Undercover

UNDERCOVER

Jessica’s breached the abductor’s ring.  Having made a fateful decision, she’ reaping their wrath, with a painful journey one step at a time administered by the ring.  

Chapter Two

       Jessica fills the final position with the other abductees along the hallway.  Stripped stark naked while unconscious, she’s already firmly mounted on the vacant black pole positioned tightly between her thighs, impaling her rectum.  She’s being held up on either side by two muscular men dressed only in black hoods and leather pants.  Both wrists and ankles are already cuffed, roped to eyebolts in the floor just behind her, the ropes not taut, still having just the slightest of slack.  Her eyes flutter as a capsule’s whiffed back and forth beneath her nostrils, above her stretched lips circling the bright red ‘O’ ring stuffed in her mouth.  Coughing, choking, shaking her head, the pain in her rectum searing, through her haze she senses the crowd milling around the room, watching as she’s in the process of being torturously bound.

       Twisting her head back and forth, she feels the sharp, burning pain of her rectum walls stretching, combining with the pain of her bare breasts being grabbed, twisted by the men.  Still bemused, she barely notices the round three foot wide bar being lowered by the ropes on both its ends, swaying to a stop just above her chest.  The men’s gripping hands spread her breasts, stretching her flattening globes up and over the round bar, forcing her to her tiptoes while still straddling the pole.  Beth, stepping in front of her with glistening chrome clamps, thicker, larger then ordinary Japanese clover clamps, spreads one widely across her left nipple, deeply onto her stretched areola, clamping it tightly shut.  Ignoring Jessica’s grunts through her mouth gag, Beth quickly slides that clamp’s mate across Jessica’s right areola, clamping it shut deeply over that bulging nipple.

       Smiling, adjusting each clamp separately, Beth scoffs.  “We want a good grip, plenty of tit-flesh… We want these clamps to hold firm!”

       The breast pain surpasses even that from deep inside her rectum as Jessica’s naked body noticeably trembles, firmly held steady by the gleaming black shaft.  She feels the folds of her labia being stretched by Beth kneeling in front of her, similar clamps being just as harshly slipped deeply across that meaty flesh, again her body reflexively jerking from the mounting pain.  Long, black plastic draw-tights are looped through the eyelets in the ends of the four clamps, slowly drawn tight, each with a firm jerk back and forth by Beth, from the left side to the right side, back and forth in sequence.  The tugs stretch Jessica’s breasts further up and over the metal bar, her nipples drawn down toward the clamps drawing the gripped folds of her labia upwards from between her thighs.

       Appearing stoic as she stands, glancing directly into Jessica’s welling eyes, Beth steps away without a word.  Being forced from each of the tugs to tiptoe a little higher, Jessica now finds herself somehow trying to grip the black shaft by flexing her buttocks, squeezing it with her thighs.  Pain resonates throughout her naked body, her thoughts clearing, tears streaking across her cheeks as the next few minutes, the group mingles, circles around her.  Commenting, touching, inspecting, a couple pinching her stretching bare flesh, all ignoring her pleading eyes as she stares, blurry eyed,  the room appearing almost full of curious men and women, her sadistic bondage attracting quite a bit of attention.

       “Give us a little more room folks.”  Jessica hears the familiar voice, again Beth’s.  The group quickly obeying spread apart.  “Well Jessica.”  Beth scoffs while stepping directly in front of her.  “Look at you!”  Flicking the clover clamps, tugging the drawtights, she adds.  Nice bod… I’ve wondered if these tits were real…They are, aren’t they?  Nice!”  Glancing down, tweaking a labia fold, she smiles.  “Nice and tight pussy too, I bet!”  Glancing back into Jessica’s eyes she sarcastically adds. “You ain’t gonna believe how much it’ll stretch… I’ve got something to shove in it in a couple more minutes… After I warm these tits up real good!... You know, I think it’s even thicker then what’s already in your ass!... Yea, I think we’re going to try to fit ‘em both in at the same time!”

       Sliding her fingertips across Jessica’s glistening tit flesh spreading over the bar, Beth glances into her tearing eyes.  “Gee, I bet your titties really hurt, huh Jess?”  Glancing down towards the stretched globes, tilting her head, frowning as she’s seemingly sympathetic about the flattened melons, she bends her fingers into almost fists.  “Since we’ve become such really close friends, let me help you!”  Spreading, pressing all ten fingernails across Jessica’s sternum, slowly raking outward, dragging across the humped undulation of both breasts circling the round bar, she digs in, trails all the way across the stretching nipples, brushing against the gripping clamps.  “That’ll make ‘em feel better, Jess?”  She pouts, feeling Jessica’s tit flesh rippling under her scraping nails while glancing again into her swollen eyes.  Reversing her hands, letting her nails slide back the same five reddened grooves to where she started, she sarcastically whines.  “Now, did that help any, Jess?”

       Twisting her head, moaning, looking away from Beth’s stare, Jessica tiptoes from foot to foot, her naked body trembling in pain, mounted on the pole, her arms, legs jerking at their restraints. 

       “Oh well, you’re all hooked up now, I guess you’re ready to get started, huh girlfriend!”  Beth’s voice still calm, almost happy, instantly becomes stern, strict as she slides her forefinger and thumb across a nipple clamp.  Giving a jerk, twisting, holding it firm, she rasps.  “And!... By the way, your car’s been moved for you…  Actually, it’s gone, vanished, along with the stuff you left in it, except for this here!”   Palming, holding up the familiar badge, she smirks.  “Officer!!!... Officer huh?”  Glancing away, nodding, a whirring sound coincides with the bar under her stretching breasts… Slowly rising.  Watching intently, the same smirk across her face, Beth whispers.  “You want to know what’s happened to the missing girls… You’re about to painfully find out just about every single thing that happed to ‘em… Then some!”

       “Oomph!!”  Feeling the round bar lifting, pressing into the bottoms of her breasts, her searing nipples, labia stretching in the firm jaws of the clamps, Jessica, her mind racing, distressed, feels her spread rectum slowly sliding upwards on the thick shaft as she grunts, reflexively squeezing her thighs.  Hoisted upwards, two, three inches in a matter of seconds, her aching breasts being twisted, rolled over, around the bar, the slack of the ropes securing her wrists and ankles tighten.  By the fifth, sixth inch, her arms are stretched tautly back, her bound ankles spread a couple feet apart, her toes clawing, twitching, unable to scrape the floor.

       Grunting through the gag, shaking her head back and forth, her ponytail of brown hair flails behind her shoulders as her breasts expand around the bar past eye level.  The physical pain of her full weight supported virtually by both her breasts and labia rack her trembling body.  The mental anguish, both of humiliation and terror rack her senses.

       Again Deb and Beth step in front of her.  “A lot of the shafts still in the bitches ass, isn’t it?”  Deb nods toward Beth while slipping her fingers around the damp glistening surface just below Jessica’s spread rectum.  Sliding her fingers down Jessica’s trembling thighs, down across her calves, Beth acknowledges her question with a smile as she raises her hands, feeling the muscles quivering in Jessica’s taut thighs.

       “Yes, yes it certainly is!”  Beth, glancing directly into Jessica’s swollen eyes, answers while still nodding.  “Well, how’s your ride so far, officer?”  She grins, reaching up across the bar, laying both her hands palms down across the stretching tit flesh spreading, flattening around the raised bar.  Glancing across the clamped breasts, she adds.  “My God Jessica!... You should see your tits from this side… Just the nipples alone are stretched out a good three or four inches!”  Glancing further down, shaking her head back and forth, again smiling, she adds.  “God!... I think your pussy’s even better… Those cuntlips are stretching even further in their clamps!”

       Glancing around, toward the sliding partition, shut, now dividing the room into separate sections, this side still the largest of all the rest of the rooms, Beth slips her fingers across Jessica’s spread labia folds.  Flicking the clamps twisting upwards in the drawtights, pressing her index finger across the protruding nub of Jessica’s exposed clitoris completely exposed above the dark hole of her gapping vagina being stretched open, she whispers.  “See, we’ve given you some privacy, you don’t have to share a room with anyone else unless we want you too!”  Pinching the nub between the nails of her thumb and forefinger, feeling it twitching as she twists, Beth continues, glancing around toward the still collecting group.  “You’re quite the attraction Jessica!… I think most of ‘em will be following us around all night while you’re put through the circuit!”  Pinching tighter, her nails practically touching through the pulsing flesh, she feels Jessica’s hips twitching on the pole.

       “Uuuummpphhh!!!”  Grunting, saliva spewing from the ‘O’ ring, Jessica struggles through her incredible pain, the sight of all the people beginning to watch.  The room seems to swirl as she hears bits and pieces of Beth’s voice.  Mentally, physically overwhelmed, breathing labored, she feels herself drifting back and forth into semi-consciousness.

       “Come on, Jess, be a big girl… Think of your training!... You can get through this!... This is just the start of your evening!”  Again glancing around, she adds.  “Tonight, we’re going to see if you can be the first to make the entire gauntlet…. At least the first to work every room on this floor in one night!... You know… All those rooms down the corridor you passed, to get to this one!”  Releasing Jessica’s now crimson tinged clit, glancing at the smidgen of blood on her fingernail, she slides her left hand across the clamp stretching down from Jessica’s right breast, caressing the metal with her fingertips.  Poking her nail against the swelling flesh of the tip of the nipple squeezing out from the prongs, she again smiles.  “If we can keep you conscious all night, and we will revive you if needed.   After the whippings, the shocks… The needles, let’s see, and the stretching’s, not to mention the fucking’s and sucking’s, you’ll wind up on that cross you saw!... Oh!... That woman on it now?... We’ll take her down; she’s already having a real difficulty surviving that!   Anyway, with the skewers actually impaling her to it…. You might get lucky and just be strapped to it and flogged, then again, maybe nailed across it like her, it’s my decision, girlfriend!!”

       Stepping around to Jessica’s side, pulling her ponytail with one hand while cupping her chin with the other, Beth grins.  “Just to let you know, we’ve been planning this with you for quite a while…When we asked if you wanted to help abduct someone… That was all an inside joke… We actually meant for it to be you all along!... When we got the word a few weeks ago that you were undercover, we decided to abduct you at the right time!  “Oh… And again… Thanks for your sister!... What a nice unexpected bonus!... We’re even considering having her trail along tomorrow night… See how far she can make the gauntlet!... Make it like a competition between the two of you!... Don’t worry too much though, bad as it sounds, and you’ll probably wish you would die before we’re through with you tonight… You won’t… You guys are too valuable!  You’ll both be auctioned off when we’re done.  But for now, we’ve got these well paying customers waiting… Now, let’s get this first session really going!”

       Turning toward Deb, Beth’s handed a couple of short, flat straps with handles.  Brown leather, dripping wet, Beth swings them in circles outside the ropes holding the round bar, brine flicking everywhere.  “Ready Ms. Police Officer?”  Standing in a firm stance, she aims for Jessica’s stretched breasts.  “Thwack!… Thwack!… Thwack!… Thwack!… Thwack!... Thwack!”  The wet straps slam down across Jessica’s already flattened, bruised tit flesh, the supple leather bending, molding along the lines of her breasts looping across the creaking horizontal bar.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!... Aaaagghhhhh!!!... Aaaaaaagggghhhhhhhh!!!”  Grunts, followed by screams, echo through the collecting crowd as Jessica’s head rears back, shaking back and forth as her body quivers on the post.  Both breasts instantly glowing beat red, soaked with the brine flicking off the flailing leather.

       “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!”   Another half dozen, again across both breasts as Jessica continues to hoarsely scream.

       “Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh!!!... Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhh!!!”  Her naked body convulsing, her nipples jerking, twisting in the clamps, her fingers, toes flexing from her tautly stretched limbs, her abs, navel ripple above her sadistically clamped labia folds as the wet brine mixes with her spreading saturation of perspiration.

       Taking a step back, letting the onlookers take in the view of Jessica’s tortured, naked body’s spasms in and on the bondage restraints, Beth exchanges Deb the straps for a glistening black dildo apparatus.  Setting it on the floor, she nonchalantly unties her red hair, letting it drop, flow across her shoulders.  Slipping out of her clothes, everything, her naked, lightly freckled body, curvy, topped off with obviously augmented breasts is also displayed to the gathering crowd.  Strapping the apparatus around her bare thighs, covering her wisp of red pubic hairs, the phallus jaunts straight out from between her crotch.  Appearing almost as thick as a coke bottle, at least twelve inches in length and sadistically widened at its base, a row of short sharp studs circles its mount to the leather harness, the shaft covered with various patterns of thick nodules spread around.   As Beth steps in front of Jessica’s trembling body, she smirks.   “Well Jess, if I’m going to be fucking a cop, we might as well both be naked for the people, huh.”

       Holding the thickened base of the phallus in her right hand, Beth tilts her face forward.  Stretching her tongue outward, curling it.  Cupping, lifting her left breast, she flicks her tongue across the stiffening pink nipple.   “What ye think? Not bad huh?  My tits are almost as big as yours, huh!”  Grinning, she smirks.  “At least before yours was all stretched out up over that bar!”  Still gripping the phallus in her right hand, its rounded, bulging tip an inch or two above Jessica’s slit, looking over her shoulder, she nods.

       The whirring sound, Jessica’s naked body jerks upward; her arms legs stretching painfully further back in the creaking ropes as her fingers flex from her twisting hands.  Her breasts and labia strain, visibly stretching in the twitching clamps as her head drops back, pitiful grunts uttering from the ‘O’ ring.  Again nodding, Beth’s phallus tip forces it way between the pair of glistening clamps, scrapping Jessica’s protruding clit, her body twitching, trembling as the whirring stops.  Deb steps back between Jessica’s roped arms, positioning herself, grips Jessica’s head between her hands, tilting it painfully back.  Saliva spews from the bright red ‘O’ ring, drooling off from her chin, cheeks, dripping to the floor below them as Deb nods toward Beth.

       Gripping Jessica’s thighs with both hands, thrusting out and upward, Beth rams the phallus nearly halfway in on the first harsh stroke, forcing its way, tearing at Jessica’s stretching vulva.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Jessica’s naked body trembles on the quivering post from the impaling thrust.  ‘Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  A second firm thrust forces the phallus another couple inches inward, ramming its way past the scraping clover clamps, spreading her tortured labia folds even further apart, her moist flesh clamping tightly around nubs of the stiff rubber phallus as her body shakes the flexing pole.   “Aaaggghhh!!”  Shaking, contorting, another scream through the ‘O’ ring mixed with spewing spittle resonates across the filling room.

       Jessica’s head reflexively jerks back and forth in the tight grip of Deb’s gripping fingers, the ponytail fraying, swaying.  “Aaaggghhhh!”  Her guttural scream follows yet another thrust, the phallus ramming inward once more, now over ten inches deep, its rounded tip grinding inside her, forcing itself along the outline of the pole impaling her rectum, its thicker base spreading, stretching her gapping vagina.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  A forth thrust, the short spikes surrounding the base of the strap-on grinds against Jessica’s spasm raked pubic mound, the entire thick dildo embedded completely inside her tearing, shuddering vagina walls.  Nearly hysterical, her insides engulfed with the pair of thick phalluses virtually rubbing together, her stomach bloats, swollen through her rippling abs.

       Holding the phallus motionless deep inside Jessica’s trembling vagina, Beth glances across toward her flushed face while sliding her hands slowly upwards, along the tense draw-tights.  Reaching the thick, bulging nipples squeezing out from the chrome serrated tips of the clamps, pinching the exposed left nub between her fingernail and thumbnail, leaning over, she clamps her teeth across the engorged nub of her right nipple.  Taking a breath, she glances toward Deb, still bracing Jessica’s trembling head.  Pinching, nibbling on the nipples, Beth begins rocking her hips, pumping slowly in and out, gradually picking up the pace after the first couple thrusts.  Jessica hoarsely grunts with each accelerating stroke driving in and out of her as her quivering body’s savagely raped, brutally assaulted. More then a dozen, then two dozen, unrelenting harsh strokes contort her body as her eye’s squint tightly shut, her head twisting back and forth in Deb’s hands.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!... Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!!!”   Practically delirious, feeling as if her naked body’s tearing, ripping apart, being impossibly stretched in all directions, Jessica’s eyes dilate, roll up in her head.  Racked in immeasurable pain, the phallus rams in and out, slapping across the bugle of the thick shaft impaling her anus, her nipples oozing, tracing blood from Beth’s pinching nails and teeth.   The room darkens to her eyes, the people  pressing around her swirling , contorting as she wheezes, gasps for breathe, chokes on her saliva, the brine, the mucus drooling from her nostrils, the room dimming, fading to darkness.

       Breathing heavy, backing off, pulling the crimson tinged phallus out, Beth and Deb both step aside, allowing the group to mingle, inspect, pretty much whatever they please with Jessica’s unconscious, still twitching body, her head sloped backwards, hanging limp.   Her nipples, labia folds, all purplish, swollen, are  still sadistically gripped between the gripping tongs of the clamps supporting  her limp weight, the top of the pole still disappearing up between her spread thighs.

       A few minutes, Beth, phallus equipment stripped away, again separates the group, steps beside Jessica, nods for the horizontal bar to lower.  The whirring sound, the bar lowers, Jessica’s thighs slowly sliding down the pole.  Again the hooded men in black step in, grip her shoulders as Deb whiffs a freshly snapped capsule across her nostrils.  Eyes fluttering, opening, blinking, her head jerks, Deb gives her a couple of crisp smacks back and forth across her cheeks, looks into her dazed eyes.  Jessica again is back in Hell.

       Hazily staring toward her bruised breasts, still wrapped across the bar, she feels the tension loosening on her right nipple.  As the clamp unsnaps off her compressed nub, the pain jolts through her thumping breast like a red hot poker, her shoulders shaking, still being tightly held.  “Aaaaaggggghhhh!”  She gives out a crisp yelp barely before she feels the other clamp spread, jerk away from her left nipple.  “Aggggggggghhhhhh!!”  Another jolt, another scream from the ‘O’ ring, the serrated lines streaking across that nipple, barely filling out as the grooves are a deep purple in the tortured nub.   Moaning, trembling, she feels Beth’s hands unsnap the pair of clamps simultaneously from her labia folds, painful, but not nearly approaching the searing burning still in her nipples as the tears streak off her cheeks.

       “Damn, girl… What a woush, especially for being a cop!”  Beth smirks, playfully cupping her own left breast in her left hand; curiously forces a clamp open, slipping gingerly across her hard nipple.  “Dare me… Deb?”  Slowly letting it shut, she twitches.  “Ouch!… God…Damn that does hurt!”  She giggles, biting her lip as the other clamp dangles from the end of the draw-tight.

       Deb giggles, nodding down toward Beth’s crotch.  “Try that too!”

       Frowning, biting her lip, Beth glances toward the crowd glancing back toward her.  Gazing back toward Deb, reaching down, sliding the spreading clamp across one of her puffy folds, she lets it press shut.  “Oh……… My……… God!!”  Muttering, bending over, cupping her breast in one hand as her other breast hangs down, swaying, she covers her vagina in her other hand, grips the clamp.  “Fuck me!!!”  She grins, bending over further, shaking her head back and forth, her free breast jerking, bouncing.  “These fucking serrated clamps are motherfuckers!... Fuck!… Fuck!………  Oh… Fuck me!!!”  Gently slipping them off one at a time, her nipple’s already compressed, reddened.  Glancing toward the dazed, practically delirious Jessica, she shakes her head back and forth.  “Damn girl, I can’t even imagine what you just went through!... Damn that really does hurt, doesn’t it?!”

       Handing the sets of clamps with their connecting draw-tights to Deb, Beth again nods, the freed horizontal bar rising with a whirr up toward the ceiling.  Jessica’s wrists unfastened by the men, they continue to hold both arms.  Drenched in sweat, the black shaft again deeply rammed up inside her rectum, virtually to her womb, she’ barely able to stand, her shoulders arched back, her bruised, reddened breasts glistening, welted, the nipples purple, swollen, her breasts pounding with each thumping heartbeat, swaying, jiggling as she leans, tilts from side to side between them, her rectum again firmly mounted.

       Again she glares through her swollen eyes toward Beth stepping in front of her.  “Well, Jessica, good start, huh?”  Beth smirks as she palms both battered breasts, melding, squeezing the still firm globes between her clenching fingers.  Jessica can only stare back grunting, saliva drooling, streaking between her aching breasts, across her sternum as Beth again turns her head, nods, the two muscular men, gripping her shoulders and hips, wait as Deb unties Jessica’s ankles and steps away.  Slowly lifting her upwards, the slick, black shaft flexes as she’s hoisted a foot or so, the thick round tip glistening as it ‘plops’ out, dripping as she’s lifted off toward its side.

       “Here!”  Snapping a capsule, Beth steps up, again swipes it beneath Jessica’s nose.  Again jerking, coughing, Jessica’s head twists back and forth as she smells and tastes the acrid capsule’s content. 

       Deb walking up beside Beth with a handful of black draw-tights, exchanges them for the spent capsule.  The hooded men guide Jessica toward the center of the room, where kneeling, Beth stretches the first draw-tight across Jessica’s calves just below her knees, tugging it painfully tight.  Standing, Beth nods toward the men, having them stretch Jessica’s arms upwards so she can wrap the slim plastic strap around Jessica’s elbows, drawing it tight, forcing her arms straight up behind her head.  As she reaches up, slips another one around Jessica’s wrists, Deb kneels and slides one across the hips.  The men no longer needed, step away as Beth and Deb continue stretching ties around Jessica’s legs and arms, tugging, jerking each one until they’ve gone through a dozen or so.

       Twisting, turning Jessica’s naked body, Beth checks for the tightness, pulling, yanking here and there until she’s satisfied as the straps individually sink in, securing her legs from mid calve, up over her hips.  The ties on her arms from her wrists to down behind her neck are also painfully tightened one at a time, forcing her shoulders back, causing her head to tilt forward even further as her body’s tautly stretched.  Turning Jessica to directly face her, Beth grips a thrust out breast, twists a tie deep around its base, tugs, stretches, and tugs again as the tie disappears into the engulfing tit flesh, swelling it into a firm round globe, the areola, nipple flattening, stretching, dead center.  Reaching for another tie from Deb, Beth grabs Jessica’s other breast, pressing that tie deep against her chest, stretching, jerking, tugging, it too forming a hard, round globe, quickly discoloring as the other breast’s already purplish.

       A single tie left, Deb hands it to Beth, who flicks it across Jessica’s swollen breast’s nipples.  “Agghhhh!”  A short grunt from the ‘O’ ring as a red welt instantly rises across the bulging titflesh.  Another quick backhand, forehand.  “Agghhhh… Agghhhh!!”  More grunts as each nipple’s flicked, also leaving instant thin red welts.  Reaching around Jessica’s trembling ribcage, Beth flicks the draw-tight around her waist, stretches it tightly just above her navel as she grunts, her body jerking.

       Her head forced forward, saliva drooling across her bare breasts; Jessica gazes through her tears toward her battered breasts as the pain of both the lashings and the thin straps disappearing into her ballooning melons burn deep inside her chest.  Her perspiring body glistens, straight as a board, the black draw-ties sparkling.  Alert, pain racked, she’s on the verge of being physically and mentally spent as she watches Deb step through the crowd to the center of the floor.  Feeling her butt cheeks being grabbed by Beth, she quickly hears her voice.  “March your cop ass over to her… You know… Like a sobriety test, then back to me.”  Beth scoffs, giving a brisk shove of Jessica’s hip.

       “Oomph!”  Staggering, bending, Jessica’s feet barely part as she’s forced to take less then half steps, the lowest strip of plastic pressing tightly across her calves.  Her virtually rigid body contorts as she struggles to stay upright; her torso twisting back and forth, her arms straight up, stretched high above her head.  Jerking forward, her ballooning breasts sway from side to side as her stomach hollows beneath her glistening ribcage.  The crowd leaves her a narrow corridor, watching her flushed face pushed downward, barely above her bouncing globes as she labors not to fall, approaching Deb.

       Grinning, reaching out, Deb grabs Jessica by her tortured breasts, pinches the flattened nipples between her fingernails.  Twisting the nubs, jerking her around by her bulging melons, Beth smacks her across her butt cheeks, shoves her harshly back into the circling crowd.  “Oohhh!… Agghhhh!”  Staggering, leaning while twisting forward, Jessica grunts as she stumbles a few halting steps, twisting into the spreading group.  “Thud!!”  Completely losing her balance, tripping, Jessica falls forward, barely able to turn her face toward her side.  Her bulging breasts are the first to slam across the wooden floor, bouncing, spreading apart under her strapped body.  Spittle spews from the ‘O’ ring.  “Oomph!!”   The breath knocked from her lungs, laying face down, the sides of her swollen breasts visible from above, spread out from her sides, she lays stretched out, helpless on the floor.

       Beth and Deb approach her, reach down, grabbing her by her elbows and hips, lifting her up.  Gripping her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, Beth holds her steady as Deb’s hands grip the sides of her hips until she’s able to stand on her own.  Deb continues to hold her by her hips as Beth steps away, parting the crowd.  Standing, trembling, hands swaying high above her head, surrounded by the crowd, racked in pain, Jessica feels the range of terror, frustration, humiliation as she struggles to breathe, her naked body glistening, dripping perspiration as she stares blankly past through the crowd, the thought, out of nowhere, flashing through her mind that no one’s even going to realize she’s missing for at least three days!

       Parting the group, Beth steps back in front of Jessica.  Gripping her left breast, she displays a large, glistening sliver, fish hook.  “Look Jessica… I’ve got something special just for you!...  I’ve thought really hard to come up with something extra painful to do to you, like maybe pinning your badge to a tit, but I came up with this instead!... Actually, with three of ‘em!”   Sliding its pointed end across the taut areola, Jessica’s grunts can be heard through the crowd as the hook’s tip presses inward, jamming, pushing into the nipple, piercing the flesh.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!” Jessica’s screech coincides with the tip of the hook pushing outward from inside her nipple, stretching the nub’s flesh until ‘plopping’ through.  Straightening it upright, centering it across her bleeding breast, Beth flashes a second hook in the palm of her hand.

       Her body shaking, her fingers flexing atop her outstretched hands, Jessica moans, grunts as the second hook’s tip probes her right nipple, her swollen eyes transfixed on it from her tilted face.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  Another piecing screech as that hook “Plops” through.  Blood trickling off her swollen globes, drip to the floor from her spasm racked body as Beth centers that hook upright.   Smiling into Jessica’s tear filled eyes; Beth opens her hand, showing a third hook.  “Now for the third, and I’m sure the most painful one!”  She scoffs, kneeling.

       Hips jerking, wide eyed, her strapped body twisting, her naked flesh quivering around the multiple tight plastic ties, Jessica’s held still by Deb as Beth slides her finger and thumb between the pressed thighs, grips the nub of the clit between her fingernails, stretches it outward, holds it tightly.

       Jamming downward, the pointed tip of the hook rips through the stretched flesh.  “Aaaaagggghhhhh!... Aaaaagggghhhh!!”  Curdling screams as Jessica’s naked, bound body twists, jerks, Deb struggling to hold her steady as Beth straightens the hook upright.

       Standing, Beth smiles toward Deb, who’s still gripping Jessica’s trembling hips.   Glancing toward Jessica’s flushed, swollen face, Beth looks into her glazed eyes as she lifts her chin up in the palm of her hand.  Well, we’ve hurt you pretty good so far, huh Jess?… But don’t fret; even though you’re done with this room for now, we’re already getting your next one ready… It’s just going to electrify you!... It’s that room you passed with the girl stretched out on the table with the wires hooked up to her tits… I bet you know which room I mean, don’t you?”

       Breasts, clit pulsing, searing with pain, Jessica’s scrambled thoughts are frayed as she’s bound in the draw-tights, the atmosphere of the milling crowd intense.   Her mind still flashes back, to the rooms she passed, remembering all  the tortures the different girls were being put through, the terror of her being dragged from one room after the other unimaginable.

       “Jessica… Jessica!  Look at me!”  Beth blurts, getting her glazed eye’s attention.  “It’s time!... Start walking in front of us to that room… The third one down.  I’m going to let you lead us there with our guests, so we can have you stretch out on that table and wire the hooks through your tits and pussy, up to the electrodes!  Okay now… Let’s get going, direct the traffic to your next session… Officer!”

       Trembling, nauseated, nearly hysterical, Jessica can’t block out the thoughts of what’s next, not to mention what will certainly continue after that!  Shaking her head back and forth, almost pleadingly toward Beth, she feels Deb’s hand pressing on her butt cheek from behind, smirking.  “Bitch, I’ll shove your ass across that floor again, and we’ll grab your ankles and drag you face down on your tits if you don’t get moving… Now…  Get going!”

       The word spreading, a swelling group of onlookers, knowing she’s been put in the process of facing the entire gauntlet, fan out and around Jessica as she’s forced to shuffle her feet, beginning the painful and humiliating struggle to practically tiptoe down the hallway between the parting individuals to her next torture.  Beth and Deb stay close behind her as they approach the frantic sounds of the other displayed victims.  Horrendous thoughts passing through her ravaged mind, her head still tilted forward from the draw-tights compressing her swaying arms straight up behind her head, she passes her whimpering sister being tortured.  Without daring to look, the sinking feeling of realizing her total responsibility for what she’s going through just piles on top of her mental anguish.

       Approaching the next room, the frequent screams echoing in her ears from the blonde in the first crowded room overshadows her sister’s.  Again refusing to look, Jessica’s blurred eyes burn, trying to keep them lowered toward the floor, she continues to shuffle past, toward room with the woman being crucified and flogged.  The drool from her ‘O’ ring drips across her battered, breasts, above her heart thumping in her chest as she can’t help twisting her head, barely glancing toward the cross, the hanging woman.  Covered with purplish welts now crisscrossing her drenched body, she’s noticeably trembling, slumped, her head reared back, shaking back and forth.  A hooded man in black appears to be swabbing her down her bleeding breasts with a rag soaked in brine as she hoarsely screams.

       Jessica appearing faint, swaying, Deb and Beth each quickly grab an arm as she continues to jerkily shuffle, head lowered, stiff legged, groaning, weeping.  Even more of the intent onlookers collect, trail slowly behind, all eyes on her as she degradingly, barely makes her way.  Others mingling in the passing rooms turn, ignoring their tortured, screaming victims and watch, step into the hallway, attracted to the naked body shuffling by as traces of mixed saliva and blood drip from her bleeding nipples and clit, the tinged hooks glistening from under the hallway lighting… As she humiliatingly leads the growing parade to watch her next brutal session in the next room.   

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