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Chapter 27 - Tears Beyond Respite
Kayleen's occasional screams echoed in the unlit chamber, calling for Lyral's
help even as she knew that no help would be forthcoming. Her restraints forced
her to crouch slightly, unable to sit or stand, crying from the agonies still
wracking her joints and croaking when a wave of pain surged from her wounds.
In the cold darkness, she started trembling in fear mere moments before the
noise and the torches heralded the return of her tormentors. A moan coursed
through her writhing body as the realization that they were no longer allowing
her even the little respite allowed by the night-long pauses was swept away by
sheer terror at the sight of the lewdly grinning man from the South.
She was freed from her restraints and brought down, her hands chained behind
the back, near Lyral's knees. He pulled his member from under his robe and
straddled Kayleen's face, rubbing his member on lips still torn by the gag.
"Let's see what it feels like when she heals you," said the swarthy Southerner
whose sharp eyes had noticed how Kayleen reacted to Lyral's healing.
Kayleen's wheezing cry turned to a gurgle when he forced his manhood down her
throat, while Lyral hesitated nearby, sobbing under the blindfold which had
not prevented her from guessing what was going on. When her fingers rubbed
against Kayleen's horribly wounded breasts, however, she started for a moment
and then set about healing her suffering friend.
The relief coursing through Kayleen's body was a bliss she craved desperately,
especially when it was protracted and she was allowed to hope that they would
let her be healed fully and at least temporarily relieved of pain. Even the
violation of her mouth was almost acceptable before that.
As no special sensation accrued from his victim except some trembling and
long, deep breaths, the Southerner felt scorned and yanked her blonde hair,
violently fucking her face to see her gag, writhe and scream. He repeatedly
thrust viciously inside her throat, but his own lust betrayed him and a squirt
of semen filled her mouth while her eyes barely focused on him, lost in bliss
as the agony in her hip joints receded.
He pulled out, incensed at his perceived humiliation before Zhorun and Grod
who was actually carrying out some preparations nearby and rose up, pretending
to oversee Kayleen's healing. Lyral was allowed to heal her friend until
blonde curls formed on the pubic mound, although her power could only soothe
the chafed and bruised wrists and ankles or the relentlessly excoriated base
of her bulging breasts. The old man's mouth turned dry as his gaze lingered on
her slender legs and the heaving chest now restored to full beauty.
"Lyral ... I cannot thank you enough," whispered Kayleen.
"Be strong, Kayleen. I'll be always with you," answered the Priestess, her
voice low as if oppressed by some unimaginable weight.
"I have no more strength, Lyral. I cannot take any more," murmured Kayleen,
momentarily surprised at her own candor.
"Don't say that. Don't let them win after what they did to us," said Lyral,
trying to cuddle her head between her arms tied between her back.
"I used to say so, did I ?" mused Kayleen, oblivious to her tormentors,
basking in the warm echo of her friend's voice, desperately wishing this
moment lasted forever and well aware it would not.
When Lyral was yanked back by her hair, her yelp was drowned by Kayleen's
bitter cry of harrowing despair. The Southerner fastened the Priestess to a
ring in the wall and then returned to the blonde Warrior Queen and cuffed her
wrists and elbows together behind her back before freeing her legs and
dragging her under two dangling chains which he fastened to her ankles.
He pulled her off the floor and proceeded to tighten a thin wire around her
nipples and clitoris, savagely distending them to increase the pain which
wracked her screaming body. He then stretched her labia with clamps, pulling
their chains short after fastening them to her wrists
Kayleen clenched her eyes, hoping to send the images of impending pain and
merciless torture away from her mind, seeking the sound of Lyral's voice,
trying to find some of her lost resolve.
The Southerner thoroughly rubbed a long, braided whip in red hot pepper before
cracking it across the distended crease between her buttocks and thighs, as if
he could no longer wait, wrenching a screeching howl from her torn mouth. The
next lash singed her distended left labia, and the third left a reddish mark
on her inner thigh. Soon dozens of welts crowded her twitching thighs, and as
the pepper burned them the whip moved to her bulging breasts, striping them
while she buckled and twitched between pitched screams of bitter pain.
The intense whipping moved to her firm buttocks, which turned red as the welts
crisscrossed them mercilessly while her voice continued her song of bitter
pain in prelude of harsher torments to follow. When the whip returned to her
breasts, her screams rose by an octave as the whip lashed welts smarting from
the pepper, but she managed to shriek even louder when the lashes seared her
spread vagina and repeatedly reddened her outstretched clitoris.
With devilish precision, the leering Southerner concentrated on her nipples
and clitoris, never breaking his rhythm while she screamed uninterruptedly in a
torment meant to brutally deprive her of the fleeting wellness of having just
being healed. She tried to return to her previous whippings, remembering how
she used to roll with the lashes, to defy her captors, attempting to achieve
something beyond howling and buckling under the kiss of the lash.
It was Grod who caused her whipping to stop, reaching for the winch and
lowering her on the floor. Moaning in pain, she let him drag her to a steel
contraption and force her to kneel on serrated wedges while her ankles were
fastened to poles at her sides and her arms were pulled under her, forcing her
to raise her buttocks and lean on her bulging breasts. He adjusted her elbow
bands to constrict her bulging breasts between the arms and then pulled her
nipples, forcing them through the small openings of a studded breast crusher
while she writhed and shook her head from the pain of the apparently
impossible abuse thus visited on her quivering mammaries.
Once he managed to pull her breasts through the studded harness, trapping the
deformed and bruised flesh with a final tug on the nipples, he then pulled on
her wrists, stretching her arms under her so that they pressed on the trapped
breasts and tore at her awkwardly drooping shoulders. For a moment, he left
her there, her knees bleeding on the wedges, her soles twitching in the air
and her wrists pulled between her spread thighs, forcing her buttocks up and
stretching her breasts into disfigured depths of bitter pain.
He then fetched a jar and started smearing her with a dark, sticky hot paste,
tracing inch-long blots not unlike the war colors used by savage tribes in the
western plains. Black traces, smelling of autumn forest and something more
pungent. Tar pitch, she realized while her eyes bulged in horror.
She turned her head frantically, looking for her tormentor as if knowing in
advance what he was looking for, but her position prevented her from seeing
him fetch the chain whip from the brazier, its copper links catching on each
other's tiny hooks. The whip landed on her buttocks, tracing a purplish red
welt which started bleeding just as she contorted in her restraints and shook
under the bitter howl coursing from her torn buttock to her gaping mouth.
The red hot chain traced another welt across her left sole, and then another
in the cleft between her spread legs, expertly wielded with just enough force
to rip skin and scorch it at the same time, wrenching animal howls of harsh
pain from her already taxed voice. Another lash shredded the skin of her
muscular back, and one of the sticky patches started fuming.
Her face contorted in a mask of unexpected pain as the pitch started boiling
and caught on, bubbling slowly while wisps of smoke rose and her restrained
form buckled in wretched convulsions and desperate howls of excruciating pain
shook her from toe to chin. Patches were mostly two to three inches long, but
the resinous substance burned slowly, bubbling and seeping in the wounds torn
by the tiny barbs, inflicting unspeakable agonies while searing skin and flesh
into a protracted hell of nightmarish pain.
He let her scream and writhe while the whip was heated again on the brazier,
and then returned to whipping her screaming body, occasionally sending the tip
of the chain whip to lacerate her constricted breasts although they were not
marked by the sticky black goo. She continued screaming from the single patch
as it kept burning slowly, and it took many lashes all over her folded body
before a patch under her left sole caught fire and renewed the burning agony
on the soft flesh under her foot, causing her supple leg to writhe and tremble
spasmodically in the grip of the ankle cuff, vainly attempting to kick away
the agony slowly eating at the sensitive flesh.
She continued howling and buckling while he heated the whip again and resumed
the slow whipping, setting fire to another patch on her shoulder which doubled
her screams as her head shook left and right in spasmodic pain and her arms
tore mindlessly against the chain pulling her wrists, vainly attempting to get
free. The repeated lashes cut the flesh, lingered on the wounds just enough to
scorch the wound and then ripped the singed flesh off while unspeakable agony
wracked her convulsing body and her repeated screams from the slow burning of
the skin burst into howls of unrestrained anguish.
When her hair caught fire, he poured cold, salt water on her head to soak them
thoroughly before continuing, setting fire one by one to patches in the back
of her thighs and buttocks before concentrating on the crease between her
labia, until fire lit between the folds causing her shrieks of agony to rise
to new heights as the feminine flesh was slowly singed and broiled amidst
inhuman howls of excruciating torment.
Her agony continued unabated between occasional lashes of the red hot whip and
wheezing screams of excruciating pain, rekindled by a few sips from the jug
now and then until the fire finally petered off and she was freed of her
restraints. Lyral managed to twist herself into providing her a modicum of
healing, but was brutally kicked away by the Southerner.
"Please ..." moaned Kayleen, unable to articulate between harsh gasps.
Her wrists and elbows were cuffed behind her while her ankles were fastened to
the ends of a spreader bar, and then she was pulled up by her wrists until her
flailing feet left the cold stone floor. As pain returned to her shoulder
joints, despair crept up her face and her torn lips trembled in the attempt to
say something which got drowned in the first scream as her toes cracked in the
grip of thumbscrews carrying hefty lead weights.
"No, stop ... mercy," she whispered as a sip from the jug returned her some
strength and she realized that her tormentor was tracing more patches on her
slowly twirling body, and where.
The red hot barbed whip slashed Kayleen's stretched thighs, tearing a bloody
and singed welt across the slender muscles which contracted as agony shook her
chest with desperate screams, lifting the weights for a moment before they
pulled her toes down with an excruciating tug which made her legs tremble
almost as much as the fiery lash.
Another lash lacerated her belly, and the third drew blood from her bruised
breasts while the barbs sent ripped bits of singed skin flying into her face
as it contorted in a scream of inhuman agony. It took a number of lashes
before a patch under her right breast caught fire, starting to scorch the skin
and reddening the underside of the breast above while she twitched and buckled
in pangs of wretched woe which rattled her chains and her shoulder joints.
Lyral was still blindfolded, but she hummed Kayleen's name repeatedly under
her gag, bent on making herself heard in spite of her friend's desperate howls
as the tar broiled the skin and seeped into the cuts left by the whip. It took
more lashes and further hellish agonies as one patch slowly burned before the
other was lit until Kayleen in her mindless screaming finally realized that
the hums from her friend carried her name.
Her attempt to answer died in another scream as the whip lacerated the sole of
her left foot, pulled down by the weight on the toe and already scorched by
bubbling tar. The lashes on the back of her thighs and on her breasts had
striped her muscular flesh with jagged gashes of scorched and ripped skin,
which trembled under the pull exerted by gravity and by her own convulsed
jerks from the whip and from the slowly burning patches. When a patch on her
breast caught on, she started screaming in such mindless agony that her arms
twisted spasmodically while the muscles strained in vain, rattling her chest
until her left shoulder was dislocated.
She was repeatedly drenched with cold, salt water and made to drink from the
jug while the whip was being heated again, but the torturer continued to light
one patch after another, bringing the slowly burning agony to her crotch
again. As the pitch bubbled inside her twitching labia, she frantically
twisted her hips, obscenely spreading her trembling thighs in the vain attempt
to lessen the agony inside her soft feminine flesh.
The whip repeatedly ripped bits of skin and curls of hair from her pubic
mound, leaving dozens of criss-crossed lacerations each of which wrought
shuddering agonies through her dangling body and inhuman screams from her
mouth. When the patch on her mound was lit, the pitch seeped in the jagged
wounds wracking her into a frenzy of screaming convulsions which rattled her
right shoulder through the brink of dislocation.
The torture continued mercilessly, using the whip to make her twirl left and
right so that the agony on a dislocated shoulder was followed by the tug of a
weight on a cracked toe. When a patch was lit, wheezing shrieks of demented
torment shook her dangling body and only a sip from the jug allowed her to
plead incoherently again for a while.
"Lyral ... stop the pain ... enough", she choked when Grod finally lowered
her on the cold stone floor, tantalizingly close to her friend yet not close
enough. She trembled and twitched from the bleeding lacerations and the
many burns, but Lyral was not allowed to heal her.
Her arms were cuffed behind her back in the reverse prayer position, and she
was dragged between two sturdy steel poles. Her tormentor pulled her thighs
in a painful split, bent her legs at the knee and twisted each leg behind the
thigh, fastening a chain to the ankle cuff and using it to pull her loins off
the ground while she screamed as her knees bent under her weight.
As the pull on her ankles increased while her loins were slowly pulled higher,
her wrists were fastened to a ring in the floor and her bent elbows joined her
knees in wracking hideous torments through her glistening body. When she
cleared the floor, her dislocated joints burned like molten knots of liquid
agony under the excruciating strain.
Lyral was still desperately humming her name, but Kayleen could only scream
and writhe as Grod traced more patches on her soaked body, adding despair to
her torment as he made sure to thoroughly coat the nubs of her femininity
which had become the seats of her most wretched agonies. Jagged teeth bit the
scorched pieces of tormented flesh as he encased them in clamps.
Just leaving her in mid air, hanging from her twisted limbs, would have torn
scream after scream from her frothing mouth, but Grod was still the torturer
who targeted muscle and bone and he had other plans. He heated the whip again
and lashed her spread thighs, causing her to buckle and scream as bits of
scorched flesh were torn from her oozing wounds. The whip now most often than
not landed where the skin had been either badly lacerated or slowly singed
under the bubbling pitch, and in either case ripped off bits of flesh amidst
pitiful screams of demented agony.
Her mouth formed repeatedly the word "No", or maybe was just stretching near
break point in long howls of unparalleled anguish as the patches caught fire
and the bubbling tar seeped inside bleeding lacerations. The clamps had also
been coated with tar and as the one biting her nipple also caught on, the heat
started singing the bitten nub of feminine flesh.
As fire scorched her singed and lacerated nipple, her convulsed jerks turned
spasmodic, causing untold agonies to burst from her elbows and her thigh
joints. The clamp bit her scorched clitoris most painfully, exposing it to
being repeatedly ripped through by the whip until low lazy flames enveloped it
and her convulsed twitches wracked her hips into blistering flares of mad pain
as muscles and tendons strained under her quivering thigh flesh in the frantic
effort to escape the searing torment.
With vicious persistence, Grod continued lashing her with the red hot chain
whip, making sure the barbs ripped scorched flesh now from one thigh and then
from another just at the height of the spasmodic splits her terror inflicted
on her quivering thigh muscles, sending excruciating torment flaring through
her soaked body and surging from her frothing mouth as she repeatedly brought
herself on the verge of dislocating her own thigh joints.
She continued screaming uninterruptedly and jerking spasmodically from the
burning tar and the repeated lashes, even when a desperate jerk pulled her
left thigh out of its socket and, in spite of a croaked scream of utter
torment, continued until her repeated frenzies of atrocious agony dislocated
the other, leaving her screaming in wheezing anguish through the foam at the
corners of her mouth, wracked by pleads of mercy she was unable to utter.
She could have been left there, as her position brought bitter pain through
her limbs at the slightest twitch, but the Southerner had completed his
preparations and wanted to step in, although he studied her restraints
intently. She was prevented from curling up in a weeping bundle of trembling
flesh and dragged by her iron collar to a sturdy wooden chair nearby. Her
ankle cuffs were locked just under the seat, pulling her folded legs up and
her knees high, and her arms left in the reverse prayer position painfully
separated and fastened behind the back at the wrists while her head jerked in
a scream from the agony in her shoulders.
Fresh clamps bit her nipples and clitoris, painfully distending them as her
tormentor adjusted the fine chains pulling their jaws until she was forced to
lift herself off the seat pushing onto her trembling, dislocated joints while
her chest heaved in brief gasps of wretched torment.
"Please no more ... heal me ... please," she moaned incoherently.
Her tormentor's hands yanked her head down and she was silenced by his
engorged member thrust down her throat, the only delectable place of her body
not coated in hot pitch. Her desperate screams gurgled as he viciously ravaged
her gag-torn mouth, thrusting with a mad lust which wracked her bound form.
A plank brimming with barbed spikes was slid under her buttocks, and when her
muscles tired their bite was announced by her bitter scream and panting
efforts to pull up again. As sweat soaked her trembling body, stinging tree
branches were carefully positioned so that her trapped pieces of feminine
flesh would brush them whenever she pulled herself clear from the spikes.
"No ... don't let me like this please ... don't go," she croaked as they left.
A guttural scream of despair wracked her as the closing door plunged the
chamber into darkness, except for the red glow of the dwindling braziers, and
turned into a howl as the barbed spikes pierced the scorched skin of her
buttocks. As she pulled clear, the bitter taste of tears in her mouth brought
home how they were effectively torturing her without pause, alternating
perpetration of unspeakable torments with taxing of her shaken endurance.
This time, to relieve her buttocks, she had to push on her arms and legs,
lifting her loins and putting most of her weight on her hip and shoulder
joints which rattled agonizingly under the effort, causing her to teeter on
the brink of blinding agony until her swollen nubs of feminine flesh fatally
rubbed against the stinging leaves, bringing her crashing down on the barbed
spikes again with a shriek of wretched pain.
Her strong muscles, recently restored to full health, carried her through many
such cycles of screaming torment, horribly wracking her dislocated joints for
the secret pleasure of the corpse silently watching from the dark recesses of
the chamber. However exhausted she was, the temptation of relieving her burnt
buttock from the torment of the barbed spikes brought her to lift her loins as
soon as her forces allowed, but the intent to stay just clear of the leaves
was invariably thwarted by a jerk of pain from her joints.
When the torches brought light into the chamber again, the Southerner circled
her and yanked her head down again, viciously penetrating her mouth with a
cackling smile while she screamed her agonies onto his manhood, writhing from
the pain in her joints and the burning sting of the leaves which her forcibly
distended position had forced into contact with her feminine flesh.
Once his lust was spent, he freed her from the chair and cuffed her wrists
and elbows behind her back before dragging her to a wooden post, where her
ankles were cuffed and she was made to bend forward, twisting her arms above
her head while she howled from the pain in her shoulders. A meat hook was
lowered from the ceiling and deeply engaged in the cleft of her vagina,
causing her to scream mindlessly when it was used to pull her up.
As her toes twitched in the effort to find some support, her tormentor pulled
her arms further down until her wrists could be cuffed to a ring in the wooden
platform and her chest twisted between her spread, twitching legs. The agony
in her vagina as the meat hook menaced to tear it open was indescribable.
He produced a pair of tweezers which he used to grab the flesh of her thigh on
both sides of a laceration left by the barbed whip, where pitch had seared it
leaving the edges charred and oozing, and then pulled on the scorched skin
tearing it open again while her teary blue eyes bulged in horror and scream
wracked her chest. She was still screaming when he rubbed a red hot poker in
the wound, heating the pitch until it started bubbling.
Her wretched screams froze as horror descended on her face when he picked up a
tiny writhing centipede from a jar and stuck it in the laceration. Inhuman
agony contorted her face as the critter, trapped in the hot pitch, started
wriggling, biting and raking its many legs in the wound, tearing flesh in the
frantic attempt to find purchase with the tiny claws while the pitch seeped in
and her thigh muscles trembled from the horrid agonies which rattled her
convulsing form and surged from her howling mouth.
Her jerks in such a cruelly stretched position naturally renewed the torment
in her dislocated joints, and waves of horrid pain rolled through her as the
centipede wrought abysmal pain in her wounded flesh in its frantic efforts to
wriggle away. The critter fought vigorously against the hot pitch protracting
her abysmal torment beyond her ability to keep track of time, its throes
bringing each new unspeakable frenzies of convulsed screaming as the pitch
found new places to sear while the scorched flesh was ripped off.
With meticulous cruelty, he brought his tweezers to rip open another cut in
her left buttock and repeated the torment, savoring her convulsed agonies and
almost considering penetrating her exposed orifices as she contorted
desperately before his eyes. He opted to stick to his procedure instead, and
once this centipede also died proceeded with more, tormenting her other thigh
and then her buttocks and arms. He often doused her with cold, salt water
although making her sip from the jug in her position proved difficult, so
after a dozen of centipedes Lyral was brought forth to heal her friend.
Still blindfolded, Lyral almost puked when the empathy of the healing act
gave her a glimpse of the agonies Kayleen was undergoing. She tried again to
infuse her power with something beyond mere physical healing, sensing how her
friend's will had been eroded by the uninterrupted sufferings.
"Lyral ... stop the pain ... please," croaked Kayleen under her touch.
Lyral could only hum her friend's name, but tears flowed from under her
blindfold just as the last throes of a centipede stuck in a gash through her
friend's shin stopped, although the pitiful trembling did not.
"Lyral ... tell them ... I'll tell them," murmured Kayleen.
The Southerner pulled Lyral away, sending her sprawling on the cold stone
floor, and while Kayleen sobbed bitterly reached for a pouch and grabbed her
torn mouth. With a swift move, he punctured her tongue with a thin needle
coated in greenish goo, repeatedly, and kept his grip on her mouth until he
saw her tongue swell. This will not prevent her from screaming but will garble
any speech beyond recognition, he congratulated himself.
He freed her, ignoring her attempts to speak between screams, and pulled her
wrists behind her back until he hung her from the top of the post while she
flailed about in jarring pain. He caught and cuffed first one and then her
other leg, twisting them at the knee until he could lock her ankles to the
post spreading her thighs painfully. With vicious abandon, he hammered a four
part wedge up her vagina and inserted a fifth in between to spread it open
until the wounds ripped by the barbed whip tore open again.
With his tweezers he ripped open a wound on her right breast, heating the
pitch with a hot poker and then sticking a centipede in the quivering flesh
while her screams echoed pitifully under the vaults of the torture chamber,
staring in her tear-filled eyes as anguish and terror wracked her mind just
like agony and exhaustion wracked her convulsing chest. When the centipede
finally died, another was stuck in a wound in her other breast.
Her agonies intensified as he continued ripping open her breast flesh and
heating the pitch while she screamed herself hoarse in what was but a prelude
to the agony inflicted by the trapped critter. The beasts were actually quite
strong, and in their effort to get free grabbed on bits of scorched flesh with
the claws at the end of their legs, although they only managed to tear off the
tissue tenderized by the slowly burning pitch, exposing new flesh to the heat
in a progression of excruciating pain which caused little bleeding and
protracted horrific agonies to the madly convulsing Kayleen.
She screamed pitifully when the torment was inflicted on the soles of her
feet, although she could now sip from the jug in between even as she vainly
attempted to make her pleads of mercy understood. But her swollen tongue only
allowed her to howl and scream, and she did when her thighs were again made to
suffer the agony of the trapped critters while she gurgled her torment through
the foam bubbling from her mouth just as her body convulsed madly against the
creaking wooden post, wracked by excruciating pain.
His tweezers ripped open a long laceration in her muscular abdomen, which bled
where it had not been steeped in pitch before he used the hot poker to stir
the sticky goo while she rattled the post from her screaming convulsions, and
then jerked when a centipede was stuck in her living flesh and started its
twitching dance, causing such horrid pain that her strong abdominals rippled
spasmodically and her hip joints twitched in abysmal agony as pitiful wheezing
cries tore through her torn mouth, pitched in spite of her swollen tongue.
More lacerations across her belly were subjected to the atrocious torment, but
the Southerner liked to watch her eyes bulge at the sight of the critters in
her breasts and ripped many cuts on their upper slopes, savoring her writhing
agonies and terrified screams as the breast flesh bulged and twitched from the
excruciating throes of the trapped critters. For her nipples, however, he used
a blade to cut a gash through the base, on which he poured bubbling pitch just
as he stuck a tiny centipede in the wound.
Her agonies peaked as convulsed jerks rattled her dislocated limbs, because
the trapped critter had been folded in the wound, his tail forceps savaging
her nipple tissue while its jaws ripped flesh from her areola as it tried to
distend, painfully stretching the nipple from the within as hot pitch scorched
the distended feminine flesh and the creature violently trashing it. Her
screams from the torment of her nipples and the convulsed jarring of her
joints waxed and waned in fits of frenzied agony.
After protracting her nightmarish agonies beyond the unspeakable, he freed her
of her restraints, letting her curl besides her friend's hands for a brief
healing which he only allowed to make sure she could gulp the contents of the
jug. He cuffed her arms behind her back in the reverse prayer position, and
then pulled her off the floor by a chain on her left ankle while her swollen
tongue turned her howls from the pain in her left hip joint into gurgles.
He cruelly twisted her other leg and forced her to bend at the waist until he
managed to cuff her other ankle to her iron collar and pull her breasts around
her stretched leg, trapping the distended nipples in a vicious screw which
wrenched pitched screams from her drooling mouth. Her crotch was so stretched
that wrinkles formed in the skin under the sticky pitch.
With fiendish cruelty, he used tweezers to tear open the lacerations in her
sphincter and the rim of her vagina, letting her jerk in convulsed pain as
they bled before being seared by hot pitch. He fastened her arms to a ring on
the floor only when he wanted her unable to move, as he used a serrated blade
to tear the lacerations further inside her gaping orifices, dripping more hot
pitch while inhuman screams of agony gurgled around her swollen tongue.
Once the first centipede was stuck in a gash cut in her rectum, her convulsed
jerks rattled the chains just as her pitiful screams wracked her torn mouth
and Lyral's trembling frame nearby. As the critters tried to climb their way
through the lacerations the ripping of tiny bits of flesh was even fiercer and
the agonies wracking Kayleen's dislocated joints worse than ever. As a third
and a fourth centipede took their turns inside her seared innards, pitiful
jerks and wheezing gurgles left little room for her pleads of mercy.
After repeated dousing with cold water, and over a dozen creatures brought to
savage her innards, Lyral was briefly called upon to heal her as her voice had
dwindled to a pitiful hiss, which barely flinched when a cut was ripped in her
dangling, disfigured left breast to stick another critter. Lyral's touch gave
her some strength, just enough for her screams to rise again as her tormentor
ripped open a gash in the underside of her other breast.
Her innards suffered the agony of the trapped centipedes a few more times, and
then the Southerner ripped open a gash in her mound, using the blade to make
it reach her clitoris while she writhed in spasmodic agony. When the critter
was placed in the wound, it reflexively anchored its jaws on the nub of
feminine flesh, attempting to anchor itself to pull out, but the hot, sticky
goo only made it mercilessly tear bits of flesh from the laceration while
repeatedly biting the clitoris in search of firmer purchase.
If human strength could break iron chains, Kayleen's spasmodic convulsions
would have broken the chain she hung from or the one pulling her wrists toward
the floor, because amidst pitched screams of excruciating agony she jerked in
frenzies of wretched woe as the centipede was ripping her clitoris to shreds
while unspeakable agonies wracked her dislocated joints.
The protracted whipping had left dozens of lacerations in her mound, very
little of which had been spared the boiling pitch, so between repeated dousing
with cold water and brief moments of respite at Lyral's hands Kayleen was
dragged down into the depth of hells she could not fathom as each laceration
was ripped open, seared until the pitch bubbled enough to stick another
centipede and ravaged by the twitching legs while the jaws bit her poor
femininity into protracted nightmares of convulsed pain from which no respite
and no mercy could be hoped for.
She gurgled and howled in uninterrupted pain as the reiteration of the torment
peeled piece by piece the feminine flesh from her mound, crotch and innards,
exposing layers of fat and tissue to the bubbling pitch and then ripping them
off while inflicting unspeakable torment and uninterrupted woe on her
twitching body. Kayleen lost track of herself and her horizon shrank to the
agony surging from her shredded clitoris and wracking her torn joints, unable
to think of anything but the pain wracking her body and shaking her chest.
When she was finally freed from her restraints, she shook uncontrollably in
wheezing agony, pleading incoherently between screams which shook her from toe
to chin while Lyral was brought forth to restore a clitoris which had been
torn and savagely shredded to twitching tatters mired in bubbling pitch,
spread like petals from a flower and scorched raw from heat.
The Easterner neared, but the gnarly Southerner gestured him away and the small
man stepped back, his face carefully hiding his reaction. The old man lowered
Kayleen onto the floor and cuffed her wrists behind her neck, then dragged her
under a chain from the ceiling ending in a thick meat hook. He made her kneel
on the floor and brutally inserted the hook in her vagina, twisting it left
and right to make its crooked arm lodged firmly or maybe just to enjoy her
choked screams as it ravaged her scorched innards.
He closed the jaws of savage clamps on her disfigured labia, fastening them
with fine chains to her ankle cuffs, and pulled her breasts forward until they
smothered the chain pulling on the meat hook and he managed to screw a vise on
her shredded nipples, wrenching a gurgling scream from her torn mouth. Another
vise crushed her thumbs and two barbed chains were pulled through her crotch
to tiny clamps which bit the torn sides of her shredded clitoris.
She was still jerking and screaming from the pain of these clamps when he
pulled on the chain, slowly lifting her off the floor. Choked howls of bitter
torment wracked her chest as the pain from the hook splitting her in two
forced her to arch back, causing the barbed chain to rake the cleavage between
her breasts and rattle the vise crushing her nipples, although the pull on her
clitoris from the chains sawing through her crotch was worse even discounting
how her flailing legs pulled spasmodically on the stretched labia.
The chamber was plunged into darkness while Kayleen was still convulsing on
the meat hook, her screams garbled by the swollen tongue but pitched and
uninterrupted. Unaware of Zhorun's malevolent gaze, she twitched and jerked in
the effort to find a position which lessened her anguish, but only managed to
shift it from place to place as time went by, marked only by her bitter cries.
She tried to wrap her mind around the agonies they were inflicting on her,
almost longing for the days when each torturer got to hurt her for a few hours
and she was then left for the night, in some torturous restraint but at least
in Lyral's company. Now she was being tortured at least four times per day,
and certainly not for shorter periods, and in between was subjected to
fiendish torments which she had to suffer alone, each lasting a quarter of
what her nightly pause used to last, but much more savage.
When the torches brought back some light, such had been her uninterrupted
suffering that gratitude enveloped her when the Easterner lowered her on the
floor and removed the meat hook, allowing her to crawl weeping within reach of
Lyral's outstretched hands. She had no need of meowing pitifully words which
her swollen tongue made unintelligible anyway, because the small hands of the
young priestess found her tear-streaked face as if she wasn't blindfolded.
Kayleen jerked when the Easterner grabbed her and started rubbing her wounded
body, gasping as a stiff brush was rubbed on the sticky patches and the smell
of turpentine reached her nostrils. The solvent and the brush were harshly
applied, but somehow Kayleen thought she sensed the intent to cause no more
pain than necessary. But the jug brought to her lips told her that this would
be the extent of the mercy she could expect.
As she was separated from Lyral, Kayleen thought she could hear her friend
weep and beg her forgiveness, which confused her as the memories of past
nights mixed with the agonies of the present. She was dragged to an implement
she recognized with dread, the wooden rail, but although partially healed she
was unable to oppose her tormentor when he made her straddle it and cuffed
her ankles to a ring in the floor, stretching her legs forward.
Pain wracked her dislocated joints again when he cuffed her wrists and elbows
behind her, twisting her arms above her head and forcing her to bend at the
waist, further and further down until her wrists could be fastened to the far
end of the rail while her breasts rubbed the hacked, splintered sides of the
wooden wedge, which cut increasingly through her slit as the tail end was
cranked lower, reclining it while blood already trickled down the edge.
Her mouth was still filled by her horribly swollen tongue, so her muffled
pleas conveyed no meaning as she saw the Easterner bring forth the coils of
rough rope which had ravaged her limbs recently, rub them in a sticky brown
paste and then in a glittering powder. When two or three coils tightened
around her forearm she tried to discern its nature, which became clear as he
started pulling the rope back and forth raking her stretched forearm through
waves of blinding agony. The coarse rope was grinding powdered glass and red
hot pepper across her lacerated and burned skin, ripping it bit by bit while
the fiery powder stung mercilessly the excoriated flesh.
Gut-wrenching gurgles of excruciating agony wracked her chest and choked her
mouth as the rope left her forearm a bloody, twitching bundle of scraped flesh
and her tormentor switched to her left leg, fully aware that her convulsed
twitching was scraping her femininity raw as she could not help but rub it
against the splintered edge of the rail.
The agony coursing through the stretched body made the legs pull her forward in
spasmodic jerks, thus dragging her lacerated vulva and crushed clitoris along
the edge for the inch or so which her legs could achieve before the angle of
her arms in the twisted sockets made further progress impossible and she let
go, sliding back with excruciating slowness on the blood soaked edge.
The merciless stretching and the spasmodic convulsions from the scraping of
her limbs wracked untold agonies through her dislocated joints, the molten
knots of white hot torment which bulged under her stretched muscles as harsh
jerks wracked her strained tendons and surged from her mouth in choked howls
of atrocious pain. The wretched coils chafed and abraded her lacerated skin,
leaving raw flesh burning with the sting of red hot pepper while long,
convulsed frenzies of desperate screaming echoed in the torture chamber.
She was repeatedly drenched in cold, salt water, whose sting replaced that of
the red hot pepper it washed away, mixing with the tears on her face, scraped
and cut from the occasional rubbing against the splintered edge. With cold,
calculated cruelty her tormentor alternated the excoriating ropes between her
arms and her legs, shredding sound and scorched skin while her screams gurgled
past her swollen tongue in pitiful fits of wretched anguish.
Lyral was called upon a few times when the ropes bit too deep where some blood
vessel ran, but her tormentor's expertise allowed him to slowly excoriate her
limbs, limiting immediate damage but inflicting increasingly atrocious agonies
on her twitching body. Her screams rose in pitch as he moved to her thighs,
chafing one from behind and the other from her side so that she would slide
back and forth over the agonizing, blood-soaked edge.
Kayleen lost herself under the nightmarish torment, her mind clearing only
when she felt Lyral's soothing touch and realized she was trembling on the
floor, unable to find rest as any contact with her excoriated limbs was pure
agony. She barely managed to voice some garbled pleads when her tormentor
dragged her away, trapped her arms behind her back in the reverse prayer
position and fastened her knee bands to chains dangling from the ceiling.
Once another chain was fastened to her wrists, she was lifted from the floor,
screaming garbled cries of bitter anguish from the torment of the suspension
on her torn joints. As she hung there, iron vises were tightened on her toes
until they cracked and used to spread her in an excruciating split by pulling
on thin chains coiled around small rollers. A thick wooden pole was secured
under her spread vagina and her screaming, glistening body was slowly lowered
on the hacked tip by releasing the chains suspending her, causing her arms to
bend behind her back and her thigh bones to bulge out of their sockets.
Her tormentor fetched more coarse rope, rubbed it in red hot pepper and
powdered glass and started dragging it across her ass cheeks, winding it just
under the hips or diagonally between the legs. The pushing and pulling caused
her to whirl and buckle against the wickedly dented pole, while her chest was
wracked by screams of such desperate anguish that her congested face shook as
if about to burst, her shrieks so high pitched that they sounded like choked
whistles as they soared past her swollen tongue.
The merciless ropes left swathes of bleeding skin crisscrossed by wounds slit
open by the glass fragments, trickling blood and having their edges repeatedly
pulled open by the coils of rope for the burning kiss of the red hot pepper.
As her buttocks were shredded by pulling on the ropes, her loins were lifted a
fraction of an inch, raking her innards against the splintered girth of the
pole, and then dropped, jarring her arms and thighs as the strained muscles
twitched spasmodically and fits of screaming anguish wracked her chest.
She was repeatedly drenched with cold, salt water and made to sip from the
jug, and the torment was continued mercilessly, interrupting it only to wind
the atrocious rope coils around her brutally stretched feet, scraping them
somewhat haphazardly while her head arched in gurgling agony from the jarring
of her cracked toes and the shredding of the skin.
A longer coil was then wound around her loins, dragging powdered glass over
her taut belly and slender sides while the muscles of her her back stretched
and pulled spasmodically as she turned with the rope, screwing herself against
the splintered sides of the pole tearing her open while a raucous, trembling
scream waxed and waned with the alternating motion of the ropes.
The swaths of skin shredded by the ropes climbed up her front until, after a
sip from the jug, the powdered glass started shredding her scorched breasts,
climbing from the undersides to the disfigured nipples while her compressed
chest heaved as her wretched agony fueled frenzies of choked screaming which
tore past her swollen tongue and the foam at the corners of her mouth.
When the ropes were wrapped around her chafed and scraped left thigh, a deep
shudder wracked Kayleen's suspended form and unintelligible pleads of mercy
bubbled from her mouth as she contemplated the effect on the ropes on already
lacerated skin. The swollen tongue prevented the full volume of her howls to
echo under the vaults of the torture chamber, but the spasmodically heaving
chest, the pitiful twitching of the muscles in her other thigh and the noise
of the chains rattled by her jerks left little doubt.
After a few buckets of cold, salt water, her torment was resumed as the ropes
were raked against her crotch, shredding her stretched labia against the
splintered sides of the wooden pole and scraping raw the cleft around the
sphincter. She continued buckling spasmodically and gurgling pitifully while
bloody tatters of skin flapped from her scraped flesh, and her face contorted
in atrocious agony while the ropes scraped the scorched skin from her mound.
Her pitiful moans, interspersed with vain attempts to plead mercy, continued
even as she was extricated from her torment and left in a heap on the floor,
trembling under Lyral's touch, unable to lie without being wracked by pain.
"Make them stop," she managed to croak, her feet shaking in bitter twitches.
Lyral was sobbing, with warm, bitter tears streaking her face under her
blindfold, bent on healing her friend's horrid wounds and desperately seeking
to buttress Kayleen's shattered resolve, humming her name behind the gag while
cuddling her trembling head even as the Easterner dragged Kayleen away.
Kayleen's muffled screams resumed as her legs were folded at the knee pulling
her ankles above the thigh and cuffing them to chains dangling from the
ceiling, wound behind so that when she was lifted off the floor her legs were
atrociously split and bent at the knees, tearing her thighs out of their
sockets as the ankle was pulled up behind the rotated thigh while she howled
in fiendish pain. Another chain was ran from her wrists in the reverse prayer
position and a ring in the floor, using it to stretch her in mid air while the
heads of her dislocated bones bulged under the strained muscles, jarred by her
convulsed frenzies of screaming agony.
Her eyes bulged when he pierced the tips of her nipples with tiny hooks,
pulling on them to distend the nubs of feminine flesh and the mounds of chafed
and scraped skin, turning them into streaked cones crisscrossed by bleeding
shallow cuts and dangling tatters of shredded skin while she vainly tried to
ask for mercy or respite between harsh, protracted screams.
Another hook distended her clitoris, still peeled raw from the repeated
scorching from the boiling pitch and shredded by the twitching of the horrid
critters. She almost expected the coils of coarse rope which her tormentor
draped inside her slit, already burning with red hot pepper and soon bound to
rake powdered glass across her scorched and scraped flesh.
For an instant, her eyes sought in his expression any trace of what in past
occasions had looked like mercy, or maybe respect, but met only a grim intent
to put an end to the matter which was painfully confirmed when he started
sewing her bleeding labia around the coarse rope
Another coil of rope was wound around her breasts, supplementing the iron
rings which always constricted their bases, and pulled up between them. When
he started pulling the ropes back and forth, the powdered glass traced new
cuts in the shredded breasts just as the ropes squeezed them and the jerks
induced by the pain in her bleeding mounds jarred her joints while she howled
pitifully, vainly venting her agony beyond her swollen tongue.
Pain burst in waves across her chest and soared in howling bouts of spasmodic
twitching as the coarse rope chafed scorched skin and rubbed the edges of
extant cuts open to the red hot pepper, while the grass fragments sliced the
taut scorched skin as her firm mounds were squeezed, opening new bleeding
traces of blinding agony as the torture was protracted mercilessly.
After a few buckets of cold, salt water, her tormentor grabbed the ends of the
rope hanging off her sewn labia and started dragging them back and forth, as
if to saw through her slit but actually making sure the ropes chafed raw the
stretched tatters of her clitoris while her screams managed to make themselves
heard even past her swollen tongue in spite of the creaking and rattling of
the chains as she jerked in spasmodic torment.
Blood trickled from her slit as the edge was scraped raw and the rope started
to bite the flesh, while the tatters of her clitoris twitched upon each pull
on the ropes while her screams continued and her joints, especially her hips,
trembled from the twisting of her limbs, the bones bulging under the swollen
flesh while strained muscles and tendons were wracked by her buckling and her
chest heaved in frenzies of desperate agony.
The torture was protracted mercilessly, and the obvious intent to cause as
much pain as possible replaced the usual care to minimize damage dealt. Lyral
was repeatedly called upon, sometimes without even suspending the torture, and
yet when the torture was finally interrupted Kayleen's disfigured breasts and
crotch had been scraped raw and the flesh pitifully shredded. The ropes had
torn through her sewn labia and her clitoris had been almost scraped off.
A strangled cry shook Lyral when she started healing her twitching friend, and
she muttered the words of an ancient prayer as her hands sought to soothe
agonies beyond her worst nightmares. As the worst wounds receded, Lyral
started when Kayleen jerked with a gurgled scream of despair, unaware that her
friend had just seen the Southerner inspecting her crotch to make sure her
clitoris would be restored enough for further tortures.
Kayleen was dragged away as soon as her worst wounds were dressed, and forced
against a contraption dangling from the ceiling. Her elbows were cuffed
together and pulled up behind her above a studded steel bar, while her feet
were forced to rest on another and a third was nudged behind her slightly bent
knees and used to secure a thick wooden pole, whose dented girth was viciously
driven up her vagina, forcing her to straighten her back.
Her thumbs were crushed in a vise fastened to barbed chains which ran through
her shredded slit to a jagged clamp on her clitoris, and similar clamps with
lead weights crushed her nipples. To relieve the agony in her womb she could
straighten her legs, but this dug the dull spikes in her lacerated soles and
was a position which her trembling, taxed legs could not hold for long against
the agony radiating from her dislocated hip joints. When her legs tired, her
weight and the pain moved to her shoulder sockets as she hung from her elbows,
her nipples stretched by the dangling weighted clamps and her clitoris pulled
back from the chains sawing through her slit.
Darkness enveloped her as she sobbed in pain, shrinking before another pause
which would bring no respite, only the strain of bouncing between equally
taxing positions while undergoing subtle but not less exhausting torments. For
a moment, she thought a robed figure lurked in the shadows, but dismissed the
thought once pain shot from her crushed clitoris as her feet slipped.
The excruciating torments just suffered still shook her, but the recollections
of the depravities inflicted on her in the last days raging through her
wavering thoughts were almost worse. Lyral's healing power restored her to the
extent allowed by her tormentors, and also compensated for the lack of sleep
when it was protracted long enough, but could not shield her from the horrors
she was being subjected to. She shrunk at the thought of more tortures.
As she writhed in her restraints, she pictured herself pleading for mercy, and
her sobs tasted bitter in her mouth when she realized that the thought of
groveling before her captors was no longer shameful to her. Pain surged from
her stretched rectum in a scream as she faced the shattering of her resolve.
Time passed with hellish slowness as she turned and screamed, loathing the
thoughts crowding her mind when pain let go of its grip and loathing herself
for entertaining them, tempted by visions such as having her poor breasts
freed even for an instant from the unmerciful iron rings which constricted
their bases, making them bulge and unrelentingly chafing the tender flesh.
When she heard the noise of approaching footsteps, heralding new torments, a
sob harsher than any uttered so far wracked her restrained body. She called
desperately Lyral's name, as she heard the rattling of chains, but her tongue
muffled the words and torchlight framed the lewd grin of a gnarly old man.
Kayleen screamed pitifully at the sight, and the Southerner, reveling in her
terror as if savoring a rare wine, started undoing her restraints and cuffing
her ankles to chains fastened to rings in the floor. Her wrists were hung to
chains from the ceiling, and then she was lifted screaming bitterly from the
pain in her dislocated shoulders, pulling her limbs taut. Grod would have
pulled her to the brink of tearing her limbs off, but the Southerner had other
intentions and thrust his leather sheathed manhood inside her torn vagina.
Her attempts to plead were lost in her own screams as his frenzied thrusts
jarred her hip joints and her torn shoulders burst in agony when she slumped
down under her weight after each thrust, as even a fraction of an inch wrought
unspeakable pain through the dislocated sockets. Penetration and friction sent
blasts of white hot pain through her lacerated innards, and her violation
lasted until his lust was finally spent, leaving her wracked by bitter sobs.
As the jug was brought to her lips, she choked at the fearful smell of metal
being heated in a brazier. He fetched a piece of barbed copper wire and looped
it around her outstretched arm, smiling when she gasped as a barb raked her
scorched and lacerated flesh. It was nothing before the pain he subsequently
inflicted by twisting the ends of the wire together, tightening the wire to
cut mercilessly through skin and flesh while she rattled her chains in agony.
She screamed madly in muffled shrieks of wretched agony as the barbs raked the
scorched flesh or scraped inside the lacerations criss crossing her arms, and
twitched spasmodically as more and more wires were slowly tightened on her
sore flesh, squeezing it into bulging grotesquely while the wires cut in her
stretched muscles and the barbs ripped open her lacerations again.
A splash with cold, salt water made her writhe spasmodically as a long scream
wracked her chest, followed by pitched shrieks as more wires slowly cut into
her limbs. She realized that he was placing the wires to make the barbs tear
into the skin scorched by the boiling pitch, so that when the wire was
tightened a bleeding gash would slowly be cut through the sensitized tissue.
When he started wrapping longer, thicker wires around her belly and chest she
could not help but buckle and arch spasmodically as burns and lacerations were
horrendously scraped, howling behind her swollen tongue and shaking her head
in the throes of demented pain. The tightened wires cut bloody trails across
her torso and limbs, as if to slice through her.
After making her sip from the jug, he fetched a piece of red hot wire from the
brazier, pulled on the wire digging into her flesh and slid the red hot wire
below, across those already cutting into her thigh flesh as if to carve it
up into square wallops of searing torment while she arched in pain as the red
hot barbs seared open a lacerated gash, screaming at the top of her lungs.
More pieces of heated wire followed, distributed across her limbs while her
muffled screams followed the rattling of her chains as she shook in abysmal
pain from the red hot barbs and the trashing of the wires already cutting into
her flesh. As her head reeled under the waves of agony rattling her stretched
body, she agonizingly realized that the wires circling her limbs pressed their
red hot counterparts into the bulging flesh with unyielding force, drawing
horrid agonies as skin and flesh were slowly seared away while the red hot
metal was unrelentingly pressed down and the barbs cut through.
Her screams continued to engulf her torn mouth, too desperate for her chest
to contain, rising under the vaults even if muffled by her swollen tongue as
her head arched in spasmodic agony. The jerks and twitches caused by the
wretched carving of her bulging flesh periodically rekindled the agony in her
dislocated joints, rattling them whenever pain coursed through her stretched
limbs. A checkerboard of jagged creases and scorched deep cuts slowly grew
over larger and larger swathes of lacerated skin, intersecting bleeding
gashes with the deep scorched cuts sawed by the cooling wires.
With devious cruelty, he clenched the wires on her ribcage savagely tight, so
that the red hot wires ground deeper through the scorched flesh whenever her
lungs fought to breathe for her next scream. A desperate shudder wracked her
when she was repeatedly drenched with cold, salt water. In a few places the
red hot wire had cut to the rib before cooling, and now stabs of white hot
pain shot from those places where the barbs scraped the bone.
When her tormentor freed her arms, she moaned Lyral's name between her
screams, looking forward to her soothing touch, but was bitterly disappointed
when her elbows were cuffed together over a studded steel bar slid under the
armpits. The ends of the bar were fastened to chains dangling from the ceiling
and then her ankles were pulled back, leaving her weight on the steel bar
pushing her dislocated arms up out of their sockets.
As if her screams from the pain in her shoulders were not enough, her wrists
were pulled down behind her, forcing her to arch and push her breasts and
crotch forward while the screams wracking her chest increased with the angle
cut by the steel bar between her armpits and her twisted arms.
With a smile, her tormentor looped a long, barbed wire across her left ass
cheek, winding it inside the thigh and then diagonally before turning it back
above the hip and twisting the ends together. The reason for these first two
became painfully clear to her when he used them to fasten more wires winding
across her buttocks, all pulling on the first two so that when she moved
dozens of barbs raked the lacerated and scorched skin of her buttocks.
She continued her pitiful frenzies of bitter screaming as more barbed wires
were added, because the wires on her buttocks engaged repeatedly those on her
bound arms, whose movements under the strain of her position carried to the
former, causing the firm flesh to be repeatedly raked mercilessly.
When a red hot wire was pushed under one of the wires sawing through her firm
ass cheeks, she jerked so desperately her left arm was grotesquely pulled away
from the shoulder, almost tearing the tendon as the muscle strained while her
throat echoed with her muffled screams of wretched woe. She continued shaking
and rattling until the wire slowly cooled off, after scorching a deep gash
through the lacerations in her ass flesh. Cold, salt water was splashed over
her before another hot copper wire rekindled her pitiful screams.
One by one, more red hot wires were inserted under the warp weaved across her
ass cheeks, searing them deep into the quivering flesh while excruciating
agonies wracked her hanging form and rattled her dislocated joints. Foam
bubbled at the corners of her mouth as her screams still could not surge past
her swollen tongue, although the spasmodic quivering of her limbs and chest
left no doubt about the agonies wracking her body.
Pure, unabridged terror flashed through her teary blue eyes when he brought
a loop of barbed wire around her left breast and started tightening it with
pliers. The barbs raked the lacerations in the firm mound, constricted as
always by the iron rings around the base and now being squeezed tighter by the
excruciating wire. She would have begged for mercy, but she managed to utter
only a few garbled words before her screams left her no breath for pleading.
Lost in his drooling word of depraved pleasure, the Southerner had chosen for
her breasts a thinner wire, so that he could wind more coils of barbed torment
across her delectable mounds. He relentlessly lingered on the crisscrossing
coils, pulling, tightening and adjusting them as often as he added new ones to
increase her agony. The barbs repeatedly tore open the lacerations left on her
poor breasts, and while she was almost out of breath from howling her anguish
over and over, he stuck the first red hot wire onto her quivering flesh.
White hot pain shot through Kayleen's clenched eyes as a desperate howl burst
past her swollen tongue and drooling lips, echoing under the vaults of the
torture chamber while she rattled her torn joints in the vain effort to
dislodge the agony searing through her constricted breast flesh. Reeling in
anguish, she tried to call for her friend, even if at some level she was aware
that this torture deviously managed to draw little blood and was thus not
likely to spur her tormentors into having her healed.
She was doused with cold, salt water, washing away the sheen of blood trickled
on her breasts from dozens of lacerations, and then the gnarly old man started
twisting short barbed stubs of red hot copper wire under the coils squeezing
her firm breasts, letting them sizzle while she arched in agony as the skin
was scorched through and the flesh underneath slowly seared open.
Howling frenzies of demented agony wracked her restrained body as her breasts
sizzled and bled, crisscrossed by a checkerboard of copper wires whose barbs
scraped mercilessly the deep gashes burned through the flesh from the cooling
wires. Her swollen tongue no longer prevented her hoarse screams from echoing
in the underground chamber as her head shook spasmodically while one after
another sizzling wire tore scorched gashes through her quivering breasts.
When she was finally freed from her restraints, she lay on the floor, choking
and delirious with pain, but in spite of her garbled pleads Lyral was not
allowed to heal her and the Southerner folded her legs and bent her arms
behind her neck until he could cuff each wrist outside the corresponding ankle
and fasten the elbows together. She was then lifted by chains pulling on the
iron bands above her knees, spreading her thighs and bending her arms at the
elbow while she screamed as the pain in her joints was renewed.
The old man moved behind her and tightened more barbed wire on her fingers,
one by one, drawing blood as the barbs scraped bone and dragging thin red hot
wire under her fingernails while she buckled and twitching, wracked by screams
which burst through her foaming mouth in spite of her still swollen tongue.
Her face contorted as if ripped through by invisible claws while her nails
were slowly ripped off one by one by sawing back and forth with red hot barbed
wire, and her mouth almost tore at the bleeding corners when he twisted red
hot wire on her labia, distending them mercilessly while the barbs cut through
the scorched flesh and bitter howls wheezed past her mouth.
He twisted more wire around her toes before searing the toenails off one by
one, keeping her screaming uninterruptedly as pain wracked her into fits of
spasmodic buckling alternated by arching when the torment from her joints
overcame the agony of her sizzled and ripped toenails. Garbled pleads for a
stop to her wretched agonies repeatedly formed on her lips, always crushed by
desperate screams of excruciating pain tearing through the foam in her mouth.
Her howls rose to a paroxysm of spasmodic shrieks when he started twisting red
hot wires on her nipples and clitoris, squeezing the delicate nubs and tearing
scorched gashes deeper and deeper in the twitching flesh while she stiffened
and arched, rattling her chains in desperate jerks of atrocious agony. He used
very fine chains, with tiny barbs, alternating between ordinary pliers to pull
the flesh taut and smallish tweezers to twist the sizzling metal tighter and
tighter, slowly cutting a scorched gash in the raw flesh.
She buckled frantically when he poured the contents of the jug down her
throat, and immediately resumed screaming in agony as the wires were twisted
with sadistic glee and the nubs stretched to find room for more, lost in pain
so overwhelming that she was certain she could not possibly endure it any
longer and would die, but the jug was brought to her mouth again.
Her tormentor fetched some thicker wire from the brazier and using a pair of
pliers in each hand bent it so that one end could be pushed down her gaping
vagina and the other pulled down, tearing through the rim of her love channel
and raking the red hot barbs across her vulva and mound, sawing back and forth
to deepen the scorched gash while blood trickled from the lacerations being
torn open again by the sizzling barbs. Her screams burst in fits of coughing
and sputtering as her mouth had not fully ingested the liquid yet.
After scraping her mound to tatters and tearing a dozen of bloody gashes in
the rim of her vagina, he continued cutting into her nipples and clitoris,
even as the latter was so stretched and wrapped in wire that he was tightening
the wire on metal as she gurgled in unspeakable torment, shaking under
twitches of excruciating pain which crushed her garbled attempts at pleading
as the nubs of her femininity were slowly seared to shreds.
Lyral was finally brought on to heal her croaking, twitching friend, but then
the old man started ripping the wire from Kayleen's wounds, twisting and
pulling with savage abandon until he cleared enough of her hanging form to
penetrate her with his erect manhood, violating her in a rut of bloody lust
which lasted enough to wrench new garbled screams from her mouth, leaving him
panting but still bent on ripping the rest of the wires one by one.
As this last installment of her nightmare finished, she hung in trembling
pain, her screams wheezing pitifully while the swarthy old man was already
arranging for her torments to continue. Zhorun gestured towards a wooden
splinter, which lifted of its own and idly flew to her shaking body. The old
Southerner turned in surprise, and started smiling watching the splinter trace
the gashes crisscrossing her breasts while her head arched in a hoarse scream.
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