Jody still couldn't believe how quickly it had happened. she had stayed late after her final exams and, with the help of a forged ID, had had a few drinks with her classmates. Her friends had wanted to go on drinking, had offered to drive her home if she would join them, but she had not. She hadn't wanted to worry her folks.

A brief bus ride later and she was taking a shortcut down a tree lined lane, the same shortcut she took during daylight hours to save a two block detour. It was almost funny, in retrospect, how every decision she had made seemed to conspire against her. Almost funny.

As she walked along the lonely stretch she became aware of footsteps behind her. Suddenly she was acutely conscious of the effect her peach, two piece outfit had from the rear. The skirt was cut short, just above her knees, and had a slit in back to help show off her white patterned nylons. The lightweight jacket made swishing sounds as it brushed against her crisp white blouse, its broad bow trailing strips of cotton in the breeze. As the footsteps drew closer, she tried to curb the sway of her hips, but found herself unable to do so, as her heels kept throwing her off balance. She fought down an urge to bolt, apprehension warring with the fear of appearing foolish should it turn out to be an acquaintance or neighbor. Still she found herself quickening her pace. The sound of her pursuers became lost in the clicking of her heels.

Suddenly two things happened so fast that Jody could not say which happened first. A man leapt out from behind some bushes in front of her, a ski mask on his face; while a strong arm encircled her from the rear, pinioning her arms. Before her eyes appeared a callused hand, which clamped itself over her mouth.

Jody struggled against her imprisonment, not heeding the way her breasts quivered against the arm that held her. A glint of steel made her stop struggling. the man in front of her had a gun pointed directly in her face. Jody felt her knees go weak, and she almost urinated from the fear, but some shred of absurd decorum prohibited her from doing so. He brought the gun right between her eyes. she could smell its oily aroma. Her brown eyes widened almost comically.

"You'll do exactly what you're told, right, sweetmeat?" the man with the gun asked. Jody nodded. "Through these bushes," he commanded. Jody willed her feet to move. The man behind her never once loosened his grip. Through the trees they moved into a clearing and Jody felt gorge rise in her throat. Undoubtedly she was going to be raped, perhaps even killed.

The man behind her forced her to her knees on the ground and uncovered her mouth. she gulped in huge gasps of fresh air, stopping when she noticed the way her heaving breasts were pushing out her blouse. The buttons were straining to hold the thin fabric together. It was because her arms were pulled tightly behind her she realized. "Open your mouth," she was commanded by the man before her, the one with the gun. She became uncomfortably aware of the position of his crotch in relation to her mouth. As soon as her lips parted he poked the blunt gun barrel between her lips. She started to moan. She was going to die! Three blocks from home!

"Shut up! I'm not going to kill you. You're going to be too much fun," and in spite of the terrible implications of his words, Jody could focus on little other than his promise not to kill her. She did as she was told, holding still while the man behind her loosened his grip. She was told to clasp her hands behind her back. The man who had held her produced a pair of shiny steel handcuffs from a small satchel and ratcheted them tightly against her wrists. The cold steel sent a chill to the depths of her soul. Their feel seemed horribly permanent.

Immediately the cuffs began to chafe her skin. The man with the gun withdrew it from her lips (her teeth chattered against the barrel as he did so) and ran a finger delicately along her jaw. "How does a chick with such a nice bod get such pudgy cheeks? You're other cheeks nice and plump? Nah they looked firm to me. You must use the cheeks for storage... You store nuts, honey, just like a squirrel?" Jody was afraid to move or talk. "Those lips are just right, though. Nice and full. Your mouth will look great wrapped around my cock."

"I--I'll b--blow you," Jody stammered, "if you l--let me go."

"Hell, sweetheart, gonna keep you for a while. And you'll blow me lots more than once." She wanted to will them away, but tears were the only sign she could give the man. Somehow tears could not communicate her hate. She knew already that tears were just what he wanted. What they both wanted.

C'mon, let's get her out of here. Lots of time later to play," came the voice behind her. His hand appeared before her, an odd assortment of leather straps and a red ball clutched tightly. "He's right. We really want to show you our place, but we don't want to hear your chatter on the way. A woman should be fucked, not heard." He took the strange contraption from his cohort and held the ball in front of Jody's mouth. One of the straps passed directly through the center of that ball. "Open wide, sweetmeat."

Jody didn't understand exactly what he wanted. She moved too slowly. he shoved the ball roughly against her lips. Wincing from the pressure, her lips almost splitting against the porcelain hardness of her teeth, Jody involuntarily opened her mouth. As soon as she did so the ball slid snugly into her mouth, pushing her teeth far apart. It tasted and smelled sour. If before the ball had seemed small, now it was enormous. He pushed until her inner jaw was sore, and then buckled two of the leather straps behind her neck. She could feel her teeth digging into the semi-soft surface, trying to expel the foul thing, but the resilient material sprung back.

"Get the van!" the gunman barked, and then he went back to working on her straps. One set buckled under her chin. Another set began just to either side of her mouth, met in the middle at the bridge of her nose, and continued up and over the top of her head as single strap. It was impossible to expel the noxious gag.

The thing had a foul taste. In defense, her mouth was salivating, huge gobs of spittle collecting behind the ball. She swallowed as much of the foul tasting saliva as possible, but could not swallow it all because of the way her lips were split open. She was afraid she might vomit and choke to death before the man could undo all those straps (assuming he even made an attempt). She tried to just let it collect in her mouth, but it began to spill from the edges of her distended lips, and to slide under the ball, to drip from her pouting lower lip. With disgust she realized she was drooling, huge gobs of spit were draining from her mouth and dripping from her chin.

Of course he noticed. In fact, it was all probably part of his plan. "Baby want cock so much she drooling, ahhhh..." and he pulled gently on her head. She was so unbalanced that she fell against his crotch. Quickly she lurched away, but his hand shot and wound itself through her hair. He pulled her back against his thigh so hard that her cheek went numb and her ears rang. "Look, cunt, I put your face somewhere, that's where it stays, you got that?" She looked down. He yanked the back of her hair again so that her face tilted up. she looked into the cool blue eyes of her tormentor. "I said, you got that, you little cunt?" She nodded as much as she could within the confines his grasp allowed her. Tears were spilling down her cheeks.

He smiled down at her. "Good girl. Boy, you do want it bad, don't you?" He ran his finger under her chin and held it in front of her eyes. A large wet drop of saliva dangled from his finger. "You're drooling on your tits, honey. You shouldn't do that, it'll ruin that pretty outfit. I'll let you suck me later, so don't be sad. You look so sad I just can't stand it." He was smiling, his grin splitting the ski mask. He reached into the hellish sack and pulled out a leather padded blindfold, and buckled it securely around her head. She had no way of knowing, but she had had her last glimpse of sun and sky for quite some time to come.

With her sight gone, she felt the fear take a quantum leap forward. She had thought she had reached the outer limits of terror, but it kept growing and growing. She could be beaten, raped or shot. She would never even see it coming. She heard the sound of a vehicle nearby, and for one wild moment, she felt sure that it was the police, maybe even her father, come to save her. "That's our lift honey," the man said, and he jerked her roughly to her feet by gripping the soft flesh of her armpit. She felt his fingers through the material, sliding across her sweaty skin. She felt branches snapping against her shins, and she barked them roughly against the edge of the van's doorway. She was still trying to gingerly place her foot inside when he shoved her through. She tumbled roughly to the floor, banging her hip and elbow.

She was made to lay on her belly, her breasts pressed firmly against the cool metal. She felt the sadist gather her feet together, and pulling them up, knot (a rope?) around her ankles. The he pulled her feet towards the center of her back, so that her heels almost were touching her rear. She felt him tie the rope to her hands, where the cuffs were. An experimental pull convinced her she was being hog-tied, bound feet to bound hands. With a final yank, he brought her feet nearly to her wrists. Her back lit up with pain, but the only sound she could make was a grunt.

During the interminable ride she felt her skirt inching up her thighs. She felt hands almost teasingly explore her stockinged legs, her rear, and slip between her legs to brush at the lips of her vagina through the thin material of her panties. There was nothing she could do except drool and grunt and twist and cry and hurt - hurt - hurt.

Finally they stopped and she could hear the van door open and the night air wash in. It felt cool against her perspiring skin. She felt the rope loosen on her ankles. The stood her up outside the van and she was walked along, held upright by rough hands. Her feet crunched on grass and gravel. She heard a door open and she was led down some stairs. Drafts swirled around her, and she found herself shivering, and not just from the cold.

Yes, it seemed as if every decision she had made today led her here. "Welcome to your new home, babe," she heard a voice say. Her blindfold was rudely ripped away. Jody looked around at hell.

She was in a large room. The walls were stone and the floor was poured cement, heavily stained by substances she did not want to think about. All along the ceiling, placed here and there, hung pulleys. One was hanging directly over her head. To her right was a large wooden table, ropes at two corners; two other ropes at the opposite end wrapped around a huge wooden cylinder. Here was a chair, the seat like a V laid on its side, the back hard wooden panels. Straps seemed to spring everywhere from the seat. Over there was something that looked like one of her father's sawhorses, except larger. A pulley hung over it as well, and there were round eyelets set in the concrete at either side.

The walls were hung with items about which there could be no doubt: whips, clamps, gags and other torture devices. Another wall was hung with hoses and large canvas sacks.

"Don't worry, babe, we'll be glad to demonstrate anything you don't understand," said the man who had held the gun. "My name is Nick, and that is Ed," he pointed to the other man who was busy rummaging through her purse. He handed her wallet to Nick. "And you're Jody. Please to meet you, Jody, real pleased. You don't have to talk, just droll extra. That's considered polite around here. If it's too hard to remember our names, you can call either of us sir or master."

Nick took some leather cuffs off of the wall can came around behind her. With relief she felt him unlock the handcuffs. Her wrists felt raw. Expertly he strapped a leather cuff on each wrist. The cuff was broad and slightly padded. For some reason the padding only frightened her more. She heard a click. Bringing her hands in front of her she studied the broad black cuffs and noted that each had been padlocked to her wrists. "That's right, Jody, think of them as your only permanent clothing," said Nick.

She reached for her gag, but Ed stepped forward and quickly twisted her arm behind her. "Don't do ANYTHING without being told to, bitch!" he hissed. His face was alongside hers, his chin almost resting on her shoulder. She could smell his stale breath. "Get the spreader," said Nick. Ed went to a chest and came back with a long metal bar, rings on each end, and one in the middle. He clipped a snap shut on the middle ring that was attached to the rope that dangled from the pulley above. Together Nick and Ed forced Jody's wrists inexorably upward and outward. Producing two more snaps, they clipped her wrist straps to either end of the bar. Her arms were suspended, although not uncomfortably, above her head.

The struggle had left her breathing heavily. Her breath came hissing out of her nose. Drool still spilled around the edges of her gag and dripped in large mucousy puddles on her blouse, plastering it to her chest. Looking down she noticed how the spittle had made her blouse semi-transparent. You could see the lacy fringe of her bra cups through the white blouse. she shook her shoulders until the bow fell into her cleavage. She wanted to cut off as much of the view as possible.

Nick produced two more cuffs from the ubiquitous box near the wall and cuffed them firmly around her ankles, permanently locking those in place as well. Ed pulled two lengths of nylon rope from his pocket and dangled them in front of her eyes. "These are nylon, babe. Nylon stretches. It's a safety precaution. See how good we are to you?" Jody shook her head uncomprehendingly. Ed passed a rope to Nick and bending down they both tied their cords to an eyelets on her ankle cuffs.

Moving to either side of her the two men threaded the ropes through huge eyebolts set in the concrete. The bolts were outrageously far apart. The pulled on the cords and her legs were slowly dragged apart, making her still more open and vulnerable. Jody had to almost hop as her feet were forced to duckwalk across the floor. One foot did buckle and she fell to her right. She gasped through the gag as the wrist strap caught her fall, but as it did so, her other wrist shot up in the air. It stopped with a painful jerk as she reached equilibrium, sending a shockwave through her trembling shoulders.

"You really ought to try and be more careful, sweetmeat," said Nick, "we wouldn't want you to get hurt, unless we do the hurting." He laughed as he ran his hand up her calf to linger along the inside of her thigh, just under her dress.

When her legs were spread achingly far apart, the both stopped and tied off the cords; leaving about eighteen inches of play between the bolts and her ankles. Now she could feel what a strain this position would put on her shoulders and thighs if she were required to maintain it for long. Still she did have the freedom to move her arms slightly, and to shift her weight from leg to leg.

Nick went over to the wall and untied the length of cord that was threaded through the overhead pulley. For a moment the tension in her arms eased, but then Nick pulled down hard, and her arms returned to their former position and beyond. The material of her blouse stretched tautly across her breasts and her skirt bit so deeply against her outer thighs that she imagined the fabric would make a thrumming sound if the hem were plucked. "Hook up the winch," demanded Nick and Ed took the slack end of the rope and tied it to a metal device, all hooks and wheels and wire. Jody looked at it uneasily, her eyes large and pleading. The room had gone from feeling quite cold to seeming unbearably warm, and she could feel a trickle of sweat run from her armpit down to be absorbed in the cotton of her bra.

The rope tied off, Ed went once more to the box and came back with a huge and menacing pair of shears. "Time to see if the gift wrapping hides a first class gift or just a dud, babe, what do you say?" And he moved towards Jody with the tool. "Show her how sharp they are," suggested Nick, proffering a sheet of newspaper. Ed slid the shears up the spine of the paper and without any pressure the paper parted nearly. "Now, you little cunt," cautioned Nick, "I would advise you not to squirm too much. Ed has been know to get a little shaky at the sight of a tit and I don't want yours accidentally cut off before I get my shot at them."

Ed started at her shoulder and cut the jacket down to the cuff, then reversed the procedure on the return up the seam of her blouse. Her blouse and jacket now hung from one shoulder, exposing the creamy whiteness of her flesh, and the strap and frilly top of her bra cup. Jody hung her head in shame. Ed quickly repeated his performance on her right arm and the jacket fell away. The blouse rested against the curve of her right breast, caught on the material of her bra. Ed ran a finger down her cleavage until it caught in the shredded blouse. With one pull, it fell to her waist. A few savage cuts and it too fell away.

Starting at the hem of her skirt Ed cut upwards. Jody could see that he had begun to shake with excitement as he exposed her body. On his upward thrust the shears brushed against her panties and she jerked backwards in fear, though not very far. Nick laughed, "What're you trying to do, Ed, she's got enough holes for us right now." Jody knew -- in that moment -- that were it within her power to kill them both, she would. She doubted she would ever get the chance.

After removing her skirt, Ed quickly cut the crotch out of her panty hose. One leg of the sheer hosiery telescoped down to puddle about her ankle; the other clung to her thigh, and seemed as sheer devoid of support as it had before. Jody felt a blush spread down her neck and inflame the soft mounds of her breasts. She was clothed now in only her bra and panties.

Drool continued to drip from her lips and Nick came forward to run his hands along the tops of her breasts, mounded invitingly in her bra, the constraining cotton of its material was tightened by her suspended position. Back and forth he stroked the slickery wetness of her spittle, all of which slid eventually down between her breasts. "Gimme those shears," he said. Quickly he cut the center strap of her bra. Her breasts seemed to burst forth from their confinement. The bra swung violently outwards and her breasts jiggled provocatively for a few moments. Her nipples were small symmetrical pink buds, erect from the shock of cold air and fear.

"Did you ever notice how only the young chicks have nice pink nipples, Ed. God, I love having a nice young toy to play with."

He ran his finger under her chin, coming up with a trail of saliva. he dabbed it on the tip of her nose.

Reaching downwards he slid one blade of the shear inside Jody's panties. She held her breath and involuntarily sucked in her stomach. The metal felt cool and hard against her pudendum. "You look nice with a flat tummy, honey. I guarantee we'll keep your skinny figure. Nick and Ed don't let any of their girls get fat." Two quick cuts and Jody hung limply in her bonds before them, naked. The soft down of her pubic hair forming an inverted triangle of light brown. She sucked in her breath when Nick slid a finger along the outer lips of her labia. "Prime pussy, Jody, you really are prime."

Reaching up he surprised her by unbuckling her gag. "No need for you to be quiet now honey, in fact, I just love to hear healthy young lungs at work." She didn't need much imagination to figure out what he meant. The gag came out with a popping sound, and a last giant gob of saliva fell out and ran down her body. The liquid became trapped in the thatch of her vaginal hair.

"You ready for lesson one, Jody?"

"Why are you doing this to me," she cried, her voice sounding even more shrill and uncontrolled than she though it would. Her jaws ached from the gag though her lips, unaccountably, felt parched and dry. "Why, Jody," said Ed pulling up a lawn chair in front of her, "because we like to." And saying that, he pulled down his fly and pulled out his already hardening penis. He stroked it absentmindedly.

At the wall Nick pulled on the lever of the winch. There was a terrifying ratcheting sound and Jody felt the bar pull tightly at her wrists. A second pull and she couldn't hold off the pressure by stretching her arms any longer. The rope was beginning to pull her from the floor. Another turn and her eyes rolled as her feet slid inward until the stopped with a jerk at the end of the ropes. Another pull and she was on tiptoes, a fire beginning at wrists, shoulders, and inside her thighs.

"Wait," she called panicked, "don't do this to me, please, please, please." Against her will, large glistening tears began to spill from her eyes. "Why not, Jody?" asked Nick, almost affably. "The way you have me, you can r--r--rape me, I can't stop you."

"Hmmm, that's true. But you can't stop me from turning this crank again either, can you?"

"Please, it hurts so badly already, please don't. I'll s--suck you both, if that's what you want," she pleaded, trying to think like a man who controlled a helpless woman might. Trying to think what he might want. "Please, please don't."

"Of course you'll suck us, Jody," his tone that of a parent entreating a truculent child. "After you've experienced a few more of the things we can do you, you'll do anything we want. But right now, you sweet little cunt, this is want I want to do."

Jody know she couldn't stop the pain. She looked at Nick, his hand on the lever, and then Ed directly in front of her still strolling his knobby penis, and she knew that should would suffer endless and horrible agony. And there was nothing she could do about it, but scream and beg and plead... and hurt.

Her attention shot back to Nick as she heard the terrible sound of ratcheting again. Her suffering seemed to shoot off the scale as her feet left the floor. A terrible moaning sound filled the room, and Jody took long moments to realize that the sound was coming from her lips. Her hair was flattened against her forehead and neck as sweat broke forth all over her body. It ran in rivulets from her armpits, leaving bright streaks along her ribcage and flanks in the harsh light. Her shoulders ached dreadfully and the cuffs chaffed her wrists and ankles, even through the padding. What more could they do to her? She was already hanging suspended by her wrists. Surely they would stop now.

Nick hit the crank once again. Her harrowing ordeal was not yet at an end. She began to doubt that it ever would be. The ropes were quite taut now. Her moans grew louder and her head tossed to and fro. It was the only movement she could make. Large tears dripped down her cheeks and snot began to drip from her nose as her crying intensified. Ed smiled beneath his mask and rubbed his penis harder. If it were not for the ratcheting sound, Jody might not have even been aware of what was causing her pain to increase. On the next crank she felt all sensation slip into the joints of her shoulders and the straining muscles of her thighs. her breasts lay nearly flattened against her ribcage. She was not even aware that she had begun to scream. Loud, tearing gasps of pain filled the room. Her shoulders twitched in spasmed suffering, but only the flesh of her breasts and rear quivered with the motion. Her head fell down on her shoulders.

Another turn and she could no longer scream. Her body was racked so cruelly that she could not draw breath. It felt as if she had received one of those stern smacks to her back that knock the wind out of you. She fought and fought for each breath, fought in panic against the fear she would not be able to draw any oxygen in, only to have that cherished breath immediately explode out of her in a ragged scream. She was barely aware of Nick before her, pulling her head back with a yank on her hair, his index finger rubbing back and forth across her labia. He pinched her nether lips cruelly, but she did not yet have the breath to scream. She soon did.

She managed seven more horrible screams before she passed out. "Christ, is she a strong girl," said Ed, cock still in hand. "Yes, we can make her last a good long time," replied Nick. He went back to the wall and eased off on the winch just the slightest bit. Ed fetched a bucket of water and threw it full in Jody's face.

She opened her eyes to renewed pain, though it seemed somehow less intense than before. it was ironic, being in more pain than she could have imagined just a few short hours ago, and yet being grateful that it was not worse. She raised her dripping head to see Nick standing before her, a wicked looking three braided whip in his hands.

"Time for another new experience, kiddo. Think of this whip as, well, meat tenderizer. We want to sample your meat, but we don't want it too tough. So we soften it up a little, see?" Jody hung silent, breath was too precious to waste in a reply that would make no difference anyway. Comparing her to a hunk of meat, with its frightening overtones of cannibalism rocked her with a new level of anxiety.

Nick hung the whip over her shoulder, its braids just lightly touching her left shoulder blade. The he dragged the whip gently forward. One by one the heavy braids slid from her shoulder down across her breast. She could feel the hard solidness of each braid as it dragged across her chilled and hardened nipple.

Nick swung the whip back and forth a few times. Then, standing off to her right he swung the whip in a vicious arc across her breast. Nothing could have prepared her for the stabbing agony. She screamed once, twice, three times. Her head lolled as she pulled her already strained muscles into new contortions. But there could be no escape. Moving he next struck at her left breast. This time one of the braids caught her nipple. She was sure the tender flesh would be torn when she regained enough control to look, but it wasn't. Large reddened welts crisscrossed her breasts, but there was no blood, no split skin.

Next he brought the whip across her abdomen three times in quick succession. Her stomach muscles rippled in their fight to shrink away from the hideous flogging, but this part of her body also became striated with weals and welts. Two cracks across her thighs followed, one curling back to kiss her rear, the other smashing against her pubic bone. It dug deep into her pubic hair, attacking the flesh stretched across her mons, making her flesh feel as if had been cut with a razor. Tears ran from her eyes, her screams were a constant accompaniment to the sound of leather against flesh. Salty tears mixed with sweat and ran through her cleavage. Sweat ran from every pore, bringing fresh hurt to every welt.

Nick moved behind and gave her five cuts to her back. Twice the whip curled around to strike at her already delicate breasts. Then he worked over the cheeks of her rear. Nick's enthusiasm was unaffected by her anguished cries. Apparently, he loved whipping a young woman. His strength seemed to increase as her gasps grew louder and more miserable. And he continued to work the whip back and forth across the gentle swell of her ass. Her flesh quivered, in spite of how tautly she was stretched. Welts sprang up in a criss-cross pattern on her pale white skin. Jody thought that she must be bleeding by now, but she was underestimating Nick. He had a very clear conception of just how much abuse a woman's ass could take.

Jody lost count of the strokes, and of her own agonized screams. She weakly lifted her head, and through the ringlets of her hair, which dripped with sweat before her eyes, she could see Ed still seated in front of her. His cold eyes were locked on her sweating heaving body, and his hand was pumping his distended cock. Incongruously, he wore a warm smile on his lips. "You bastard," she groaned, barely able to recognize the horse voice that emerged as her own.

"Let's not be impolite, Jody," cam Nick's voice from behind. His hand slid to her breast and he pinched her nipple between thumb and finger, rolling it back and forth. She felt the whip swishing gently between her thighs. "Can you guess where I'm going to whip you next?" he asked conversationally.

"No, No, please. Oh god! Not there! Please! Please!!!"

"Just remember one thing, sweetmeat -- no matter how bad it hurts, Uncle Nick can always make it hurt lots more." She heard the swish of the whip, it seemed louder than ever and she screamed in panic, "No!! God NO!!! Anything!!! I'll do any--­AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

The scream was torn from her lips. She was not even conscious of the spray of spittle that accompanied the roar. She did not see, as Ed did, how tiny droplets fell on his naked penis. The whip had swept upwards from behind. One braided thong fell to either side of her vulva, causing her labia to pulse outward in shock, where the third braid just caught her right lip. Her mons throbbed with pain. Jody's pleading had become completely incoherent. She could feel a breeze as the whip swished lightly between her legs.

A second cut fell along the inside of her right thigh, leave three starburst welts, spreading up towards her waist, looking like some obscene panty line. "That's two times I missed, but don't worry, babe, I got the range now..."

"GOD!! NO!! NO!!! NO!!!!" she howled over and over again. Nick drew back his arm and brought the whip forward in a vicious undercut. One braid again slid along each side of her vagina, but this time, the third braid expertly split the tender lips, traveled up the canal of her swollen labia so that the hard tip crashed against her clitoris. The braid hung tangled in the inverted vee of her pubic hair, before coming loose with a almost imperceptible "snikking" sound. The pain in her abdomen was almost as bad as the pain in her crotch, as her body instinctively tried to recede to a protective fetal position. Her abdominal muscles quivered in sculptured bas relief for just a second.

Incoherently she screamed, tossing her head back and forth, spraying droplets from her ringing wet hair. She gratefully felt consciousness ebb. The last sight she saw as her eyes shut was a torrent of sperm bursting forth from the tip of Ed's straining penis, running down his hands. In an instant she was out.

“God, what a cunt!” said Ed as he splashed a bucket of water against her limp body. This time she did not awaken. Two buckets later and they realized she would not come too until some of the pain was gone. Her body had forced her mind into hiding. Nick released the lock pin and they lowered Jody to the floor. They manhandled her into a cell on the side of the room and tied her hands and wrists to stakes imbedded in the concrete. They made sure they were tight. As they bound her, Jody began to moan again.

She regained consciousness tied much as she had been before she passed out, except now she was shivering; her buttocks shoulders and legs pressed against cold concrete. Ed and Nick stood before her, both naked from the waist down. “See, Jody, now you are really tender,” said Nick as he lay down between her legs. He pushed roughly into her, torturing the abraded flesh of her vaginal lips. She whimpered.

In spite of the pain they had inflicted, it now seemed as if they were robbing her of something more. Each thrust was agony and her body, in self defense, began to lubricate the channel of her vagina. “I knew you were turned on, babe, I could tell,” Nick whispered as he thrust in and out of her. And as he continued thrusting and grunting he whispered horrible torture he had planned for her in the days, weeks, maybe years ahead. Some of them sounded physically impossible.

By the time Nick was satisfied, Ed had regained his erection and he took her thrusting quickly and violently. “This cunt ain’t got no life in her, liven her up, Nick,” he panted through gritted teeth. Jody could smell his breath. Nick slid his belt out of his slacks and swatted at Jody’s heel. She screamed and arched her body against her bonds. Three terrible blows later, and Ed came.

“You rest now, baby, you’re gonna need it,” said Nick from the door. As he and Ed slipped out, they turned ou the lights leaving her damp, bruised and straining body chained to the floor.

Jody was awash with pain, her shoulders ached from the racking and they had tied her in such a way that she could find no relief. Her vagina was raw and sore from the whipping and from the rape. Each weal on her body was glowing with tenderness. The welts on her back and rear smarted every time she moved even slightly against the hard floor.

Would she ever see the sun again? she wondered. Would she die here in this fiendish dungeon? But there was hope. The men wouldn’t wear masks if they planned to kill her, would they? What would be the point? But did that really mean anything? Even if they didn’t plan on killing her could her body withstand the kind of punishment they planned for her without retreating into the safety of death?

She didn’t think it would be possible to fall asleep hurting so badly, but incredibly, she quickly succumbed to unconsciousness. Her dreams were even worse than her waking hours had been.

Jody awoke to anguish. She had hoped that it had all been some incredibly realistic nightmare, but it hadn’t. She still found herself securely roped to the floor. Her shoulders and her inner thighs ached horribly and the cuffs she wore cut into her wrists and ankles. She tried to tug on the ropes which bound her, but there was almost no play in them at all. She became aware that she was shivering. When she realized there was nothing she could do to ease her distress, Jody tried to sink back into the blissful oblivion of sleep. The chattering of her teeth and the constant pull on her arms and legs prevented that from happening.

She lay there, trying to determine just what they might do to her next. As much as she tried to turn her mind away from it, she kept coming back to a mental picture of that room. Her imagination was not fiendish enough to guess what each thing might be used for, but she was clear enough about the wooden rack in one corner, and that horrible strapped chair. Why would they need to bind her that tightly? What might they do to her while fettered so? What were all those hoses and canvas bags for? Surely they would only need only one hose to beat her with if it were only that simple.

And so her mind turned, examining each horrible possibility, unable to let them go. She drifted in and out of a half dream state of nightmares.

The sound of the wooden door opening awoke her. Sudden light fell across her eyelids, blinding her. The silhouette of two figures loomed in the doorway. Nick and Ed were back. “Good morning, Jody, rest well? I hope so cause we got a full day of fun and games planned for you today.”

Jody didn’t answer. There was no sense to it. She hated their forced joviality, their conversational tone which masked their intent to do the most horrible things to her. She almost found herself grateful when Ed and Nick bent down and began untying her. She could barely contract her muscles they felt so limp and weak. Together the two men each took an arm and lifted her bodily from the cold floor. The half walked and half dragged her into the other room. Nick produced a metal clip and quickly and easily joined her wrists together behind her back.

Together they forced her to lay face down on the floor. Two leather cuffs had been bolted to the cement floor and the locked these around her calves, just below the knee. Ed lifted up on her shoulders and Nick slid a broad leather belt under her breasts and a narrower one beneath her waist. Laying her back down both belts were buckled tightly.

An evil looking hemp rope, with loose jagged splinters was threaded through an over head pulley. The end was tied off at the back of the broad strap which crushed her breasts. Nick pulled and she rose slightly off the floor. Just enough so that her forehead barely touched the ground. He heaved again and now just her hair touched the concrete. Nick tied off the rope. The effect was as if she knelt leaning slightly forward. The cuffs held her knees and lower legs tightly to the floor. If she were using her hands to hold her up, she would be in the classic “doggie style” position. She knew her naked womanhood was fully exposed by the position. With every movement her rear swayed invitingly, her hair tossed.

Nick brought over a rubber band and expertly tied her hair back in a ponytail. Her neck ached as he worked, he made sure to pull the hair very tightly. “We always like to keep our slaves healthy,” Nick said as he produced two dog dishes from the chest. He filled one with water from a faucet along the wall and slid it below her face. The water appeared brackish and oily, as if the bowl hadn’t been cleaned in quite some time.

Ed brought over a 16 ounce can of cold ravioli and dumped it into the other bowl. “Okay, cunt, start eating.”

The sight of the two dog dishes filled her with revulsion. Jody clenched her jaws tightly. This was one humiliation she would not suffer. Let them feed her properly if they wanted to keep her alive for their amusement. If not, she would just die. Nick reached down and pulled her hair up so that her faces was even with his as he squatted before her. She was no longer hanging by the strap, but by her own hair. She felt tears run down her cheeks.

“Look, bitch, we spent a lot of money on this and we don’t want any of it go to waste. Eating is not a matter of choice around here.”

“I’m not your fucking dog!” Jody shouted through clenched teeth, surprising herself with her own vehemence. “Yes you are, Jody, and like and pet you need to be trained. Haven’t you realized yet how persuasive I can be?” She shook her head no, her eyelids tightly closed to hold back the tears.

Nick dropped her suddenly and she fell several inches to be brought up short by the leather strap. He walked over to the wall and untied the rope from the eyebolt he had used to secure it. Jody bobbed up and down as he worked. He walked over and straddled her bound legs. Jody tried to twist to see what he was doing, but found it almost impossible. “Grab her shoulders, Ed, and hold her up while I work.” Jody felt Nick’s rough hands pulling at the thin strap around her waist. She could feel him thread the rope between the belt and her back. It felt raw and chafing.

Nick pulled the rope tight and threaded it expertly between the cheeks of her rear, admiring the way the rope cut the center of the ripe hemispheres. Reaching beneath her he tied it off at the place where the strap dug into her waist, right above her vagina. Jody gasped at the feel of the rough hemp as it worked its way between her labia.

“Okay, Ed, let’s let her hang for awhile.” When Ed released her she felt her body drop a few inches only to be caught short as the rope tightened and worked its way deeper between the cheeks of her ass and the lips of her vagina. The splintery rope felt excruciating as it sawed its way back and forth through the pliant flesh of her vaginal lips. The rope felt like dozens of tiny pins in the flesh of her womanhood, constantly shifting with each movement. To her puckered anus, it felt more like sandpaper. Every movement caused the hemp to dig itself a new pathway through her aching flesh.

Once again she felt her hair being pulled. Nick was looking directly into her eyes. From his vantage point her breasts swayed like twin pendulums, the nipples hard in the cold draft. “You’re right, Jody, we really can’t force you to eat, now can we. Like the saying goes, ‘You can lead a whore to water, but you can’t make it drink.’ But the food is always there, if you should change your mind.”

“You bastard!” she hissed.

“Naughty, naughty, “ chided Nick and he pulled up her body by the rope, only to suddenly drop her forward again. She screamed as the rope slid back and forth through her aching flesh before finding new purchase. Now instead of her vagina being split in two, one lip was curled under the cutting rope. Nick gathered her hair together and using it like a handle gently began to sway her in circles. The rope shifted little, but with each rotation new splinters of it bit home. One particular sharp pain was caused by one strand that felt as if it had pierced her clitoris.

In the meantime Ed had picked up a strap and stood directly behind her sweetly swaying rear. At a nodded command from Nick he brought it across her rear. She lunged away from the strap only to feel the rope dig ever deeper into her smarting flesh. She grunted in pain as a red welt rose across the pink taut skin of her behind. Inevitably her ass swung back towards her tormentor once again. This time he swung the strap in a vicious undercut, whacking it home against both the rope, and the throbbing lips that pouted out to envelop the cord.

Her tears fell into the food and water she now knew she must consume. “Alright!” she gasped through gritted teeth.

“That’s a good girl Jody,” said Nick, “good girl.” It was as if he were training a dog, which is probably just how he feels, thought Jody.

She knew there would be no way to avoid getting the repulsive sauce all over her face, so Jody bent her head to drink as much of the water as she could take before starting on the food, not wanting to return to it once even more things floated on the surface. The liquid tasted of the plastic bowl and other things she did not want to identify. She made revolting slurping noises as she drank. She hunched her shoulders in shame as Nick’s laughter pealed out.

“What do you think, Ed, is that the kind of sound she’ll make when she sucks your balls into her mouth? I like a woman that knows how to turn me on with sounds like that.”

Jody knew that rape would be a recurring motif, but to hear him speak like this. How did they know she wouldn’t bite their cocks? Did they expect to have such complete control over her? But as she lapped up the water from her dog bowl, she sadly reflected that they already had it.

Jody swung her head over to the other bowl, feeling the rope shift against her vagina and anus. The sight of the cold ravioli made her feel queasy, but she knew that there was no real choice. She lowered her face into the bowl. Ed and Nick stood before her snickering and making jokes. She shouldn’t feel humiliated in front of them, they were evil animals. But she couldn’t help herself. She felt the skin of her face, neck and shoulders blush crimson.

She withdrew her face after swallowing only few slimy mouthfuls. “Don’t think about wasting that expensive meal, honey, we don’t want to have to get rough again.”

“Please,” Jody begged, tomato sauce dripping from her nose and chin, “no more…” Without a word Nick reached out and lifted her by the rope and dropped her again. She groaned and lowered her face. The ordeal seemed to go on forever. She forced down mouthful after mouthful, stopping only to gag. She though she might vomit several times, but was not certain if they would make her go on eating anyway, so somehow she managed to hold it back.

Her face was covered with the gooey sauce. She could feel it drying on her forehead. She could feel it running down her neck, clinging to her breasts. Every time she raised her face to get a breath of air the two of them would be there; laughing, drinking beers – enjoying the show. At last she swallowed the final pasta.

“Now you lick around the sides of that bowl, Jody, get every last drop,” urged Ed. And Jody lowered her face and did as she was told. She knew she would need a drink if there were to be any hope of holding the hellish meal down. She finally opted for plunging her lips deep in the water, below the congealing scum of sauce that spread outwards from her dripping face. She sucked the water in greedily. The goop was so thick on her face that only a little had been washed off when she brought up her head.

“That’s a good girl,” Nick offered as he reached under to untie the rope. Ed supported her while Nick removed all the straps. Together the two of them lifted her on wobbly legs, hands still shackled behind her back, and half carried her into a side room.

Here one lone rope hung from the ceiling, a device she already knew as a spreader bar at its end. The floor sloped towards a drain in the center of the room right where the bar hung low. Would they slice her here, dissect her like the animal they were making her become?

“Nothing to fear, sweetmeat. This is a kinda reward for eating so nice.” They uncuffed her wrists from behind her back and relocked them to either end of the bar. Ed turned a crank until her toes just left the floor. Nick spun her towards him. He had a high powered hose in his hands. “You are a sure enough mess, little cunt, and you gotta be uncomfortable. Me and Ed want to show you how nice we can be by cleaning you all up.” As he talked he traced little patterned tracks in the sauce that clung to her breasts. His fingers left trails where her pink flesh showed through the gooey orange-red sauce.

The thought of being clean was encouraging, although she was certain that the cleansing would be yet another form of torture. Their imagination for pain and degradation seemed boundless. She hung her head and watched as the red sauce ran down, spreading to either side of her tautly ourthrust breasts, tracking down the center indentation of her belly, rolling into and out her navel and finally congealing in the silky hair of her pubis. Yes this too would be a trial, but it was still reassuring they wanted to keep her clean. Perhaps that meant they wanted to keep her alive too.

Ed turned a valve at the side of the wall and the hose burst into life. The spray was intense and the first rush of water caught her in the stomach. The air whooshed out of her lungs. The pressure was so great that it pushed her backwards, bowing her in the middle. Then as the water rolled off the side of her abdomen, she began to spin at the end of her rope. Nick let the water play up and down her sides, flanks and breasts, keeping the spinning motion going.

So much water was flying that she found it hard to catch her breath. The water splashed off of the irregular contours of her body and rushed up her nose and splattered against her lips. The liquid was ice cold and she could feel her nipples spring into erection even as she felt the rest of her skin cringing from the cold. Goosebumps broke out across her body and the only part of her that felt warm was her wrists where they burned in her bonds.

Casually Nick reached out a hand and grabbed her breast to stop the maddening twirling motion that was making her stomach churn. His grip was not gentle and he caught her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth with brutal pressure. His other fingers dug into the meaty fullness of her breast to hold her in place.

Taking the hose from Ed he brought it up over her head and the pressure of the water forced her chin against her chest. The pressure was so intense that she struggled to draw breath. Nick pulled the hose away and she gasped for breath, her chest heaving from exertion. Bending low he grabbed her ankle and lifted her leg. He pulled her foot up almost even with her face and stuck the nozzle of the hose just inches from her genitals. She could feel the powerful spray thrusting into her vaginal tract.

Unknowingly though, Nick was being merciful. The ice cold rushing water was cauterizing the hurt. The ragged flesh that had been irritated to near bleeding by the hemp, and the bone of her mons, so pounded by their rape welcomed the relief the numbing water provided. She could feel the water cleansing her flesh and as the sticky semen they had left broke apart under pressure, it seemed to cleanse her soul as well. However when Ed came over and spread the cheeks of her rear, her anus was not so lucky. Here the cold water felt like needles against her flesh.

But finally it ended. Ed approached and buckled a collar to her neck. A long strap with eyeholes evenly spaced ran from the collar down to the small of her back. Nick ran his hand down from her arm to her flank, stroking her breasts, ribcage and stomach. He seemed to be admiring the pebbly texture of her skin. Her lips began to chatter from the cold.

Nick lowered her arms and he and Ed quickly released her hands. Just as quickly they pulled them far up her back, so far that she became frightened that her arms would dislocate. A loud snap affirmed they were there for the duration. Her wrists rested squarely between her shoulder blades and her elbows stuck out at her sides bizarrely. The way she was bound thrust her chest forward. Looking down at her breasts she felt almost obscenely exposed. Water still dripped casually from her nipples.

“Time to play engineer, Jody,” said Ed. She glared at them wanting to know what was next, but afraid to know as well. “That’s right, little cunt, time to ride the rails,” offered Nick as additional explanation. Ed led her be one protruding elbow as they followed Nick back into the torture chamber. The followed him towards the sawhorse across the room. With a thrill of fear a picture of riding the rail began to form in Jody’s mind, though she tried to push it away.

Ed forced her to the side of the sawhorse. “Put your leg over the top, honey.” Jody shook her head. Nick walked behind her and grabbed her elbows. Slowly he began to pull them together behind her back. A throbbing pain shot through her shoulders and a wail of discomfort broke her lips. One tear eked out through her clenched eyelids. She thought her arms would break, but with slow cruelty he pulled them closer and closer together. “I can make them touch, sweetmeat, but I don’t know if your arms will be much use to you after that. Especially when we hang you by them.”

“O—Okay,” she muttered through clenched teeth, “Now st—stop!” He released her elbows and without a word Jody swung her long leg over the beam. She found she could just stand without the board digging into her genitals if she strained on tiptoes. Holding her elbow Ed urged her a few steps forward until she was centered on the beam. She took short steps, deathly afraid of a misstep and the stab of pain it would bring to her distressed genitals.

They stepped back and admired her efforts to balance on her feet. “You know we never just let one stand here like this before, it’s almost fun watching her try not to fall,” said Ed. “Yeah almost fun. Jody, I want you to set yourself down on your flat feet now,” said Nick. She glared at him. He stepped forward and took her elbows in hand. Slowly she lowered herself.

She could feel the rough board pressing against her delicate flesh. She felt her skin smash in and fold as she slowly lowered herself. Then the bone of her pudendum contacted the board. She couldn’t quite make her feet flat, not without lifting up one foot. The pain was enormous. She quickly shot back up on her tiptoes. She wasn’t even aware that she was moaning.

“Well that was a nice try, Jody. The way you tried to give us the show we wanted. But like any new skill, I guess you gotta be trained for it first. We can understand that, can’t we, Ed?”

“Yep,” said Ed who bent down and attached a cord to her left ankle On the right, Nick was doing likewise. Jody watched in terror as each man bent low and untied the rope from the eyebolts imbedded in the floor. With a nod to Ed, Nick slowly pulled on the cord until it was a taught line extended from her ankle to the eyebolt it was threaded through. Ed did the same.

Then slowly they began to pull again. Jody felt her feet slide sideways out from under her. She kept a sort of hopping motion up for a few steps, but at last she lost her footing and fell the last inch onto the plank. The smarting flesh of her labia and anus came crashing down on the wood with a cutting force. She screamed out an unintelligible curse in a ragged hiss of air. She had thought herself inured to pain already, but this was an agony that surpassed all that had gone before. Through a tortured haze she was only vaguely aware that Nick and Ed continued to pull until her legs were spread obscenely far apart, her twitching toes several inches from the concrete floor.

The men tied off the cord while tremors of throbbing pain coursed through the tendons lining her inner thighs. The could see the muscles there twist and pulse as her body vainly tried to remove her from this pain. The muscles in her legs stood out like cabled steel, and the layer of her abdominal muscles shuddered from the strain and her efforts to draw in air to her shocked lungs. Jody’s head rolled in broad circles and continuous screams, curses and pleadings burst from her lips. Her upper body swayed, her breasts heaved and shuddered, but her lower body was as unmoving as stone. It was as if her vagina had been made for this horrible intruder. It seemed to fit her better than any gentler lover might have.

“ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodOHMYGOD!” she wailed. “Please, Please, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE! Take me OFF OF THIS! I’ll do anything, ANYTHING! ARRGGHHH! You fucking BASTARDS! Take me off! TAKE ME OFF OF THIS!” Nick and Ed were smiling, their teeth showing whitely through the slits of their masks. “Can I piss in your mouth, Jody, If I take you off will you drink my piss?”

She looked in anguish at his cold eyes. She felt new areas of sensitivity baring themselves with each passing second. The ache in her pubic bone was so intense that she was sure she would split wide open. That she would see blood would flowing viscously across the plank if she could only draw the courage to look. The pain spread outwards from her genitals in searing waves of torment. Pain throbbed through her lower lips. She couldn’t understand the fact that although she couldn’t seem to move at al down there, she never the less felt as if the center of agony was constantly shifting.

“Yes, yes, YES! Piss on me, in me! I DON’T CARE! Just – ohchristohgodohgodohchrist – just take me down! TAKE ME OFF!” she managed to gasp through clenched teeth. “Well that’s nice, Jody, we’ll just do that. But first you gotta finish your ride, and it’s a long way to that train station.”

“ARRGGGHHHH!!! BASTARDS!” she screamed in outraged frustration. “You asshole! You’ll kill me! And then what FUN WILL YOU HAVE! HUNH?! What FUCKING FU—“ Nick lashed out with his foot, kicking the legs of the horse. A scream so horrible and shrill burst from her lungs that for a moment she fell forward in her bonds, head reaching towards the beam, her breasts swaying and her hair covering her face. But this only shifted the hurt further up her pubic bone, taking away the slight support provided by her fleshy rear. This brought her out of her swoon and she straightened up again.

“You’re wrong, Jody, you won’t die, much as you might want to. Right, Nick?”

“That’s right, Ed. As a matter of fact, little cunt, the record on the beam was 37 hours and that fine little pussy was still pleased as punch to come across with a piece of tail too.” He picked up her chin by squeezing it between thumb and fingers and looked right into her tearful eyes. “So you see, hon, you could be here till tomorrow if I want you to be and the only thing that’ll be worse for wear is your throat.”

Jody looked into his cold eyes and saw the truth. The only reason she might be removed from this diabolically simple torture device is if the two of them grew bored. She could be here all day and all night. She could be here for a week and if she did die they would just get a replacement to sit on their perch. She shuddered and stifled back a small sob.

She dropper her gaze, determined to give them as little enjoyment as possible. She tried to hold her moans and whimpers to a minimum, crying out only when the pain found a new pathway into her soul. But she couldn’t stop the tears. They ran down her cheeks, dripped from her nose and chin. She sniffled and tried to catch her ragged breath to choke back the sobs, but nothing seemed to help. She could taste snot mingling with the tears on her upper lip.

With her face hanging down she could only watch as the tears rolled down her body. Soon sweat joined the tears, running in rivulets from her forehead and armpits. She could feel it trickling uncomfortably down her back, wending its way down between the cheeks of her behind to finally find stinging exits where her flesh and the wood were locked in their horrible embrace. She hated the way the sweat and tears made the front of her body glisten. The harsh light sent highlights flashing from her swaying breasts and the strained abdominal muscles. Sweat pooled in her pubic hair, making the downy hair become matted. Through the glistening curls she could see her lips, split cleanly in two, puffing and swelling – almost seeming to consume their hideous perch.

Both men seemed content to circle around her, enjoying the view of their chattel in agony. She imagined how they must be devouring the sight of her suffering this harrowing ordeal. She could feel her legs trembling and could imagine the tendons along her inner thighs pulsing with agony. She could see the soft flesh of her mons, covered with the sweat-matted curls of downy pubic hair pulsing ever so slightly with each agonized twitch of her legs. Her abdominal muscles roiled at her efforts to hold in the gasps and moans that she desperately tried to keep from her lips.

She could feel her the cheeks of her rear clenching and unclenching as her body involuntarily continued its futile search for some way to minimize the pain. Her breasts shook as her efforts to stifle the sobs grew more pronounced. Sweat ran down her forehead, slipping into her eyes, dripping from the tip of her nose. Fiercely she tried to blink the stinging tears away. She could feel the sweat slowly winding its way down the front of her body. Being guided by her breasts to the center of her chest. Tracking down through her navel to get caught in the down of her vulva. From there it slowly made its way to her horribly distended labia. She could feel the sweet stinging her abraded flesh.

She could see the pinkness of her most tender flesh slowly reddening. She imagined she could almost watch as the delicate petals that protected her womanhood swelled under the unending pressure of her own weight. She had protected that portal for so long, tempted though she had been many times to release their hidden treasure. And for what? Now these men had violently deflowered her in the most brutal way possible. And still they weren’t content. It was not enough to take away that which was only hers to give, but now they seemed to want to destroy it as well!

Soon Jody began to drift away, becoming immune to their endless observation of her pain. It seemed as if her whole consciousness had become centered on the thin lips of her vaginal flesh. Her lips were bathed in agony and the bone that that flesh was compressed against ached so profoundly she was certain it would never stop hurting. It was impossible to believe that her body would not be forever changed, forcing such a small delicate part of her to support weight it had never been designed to support. She could feel each additional millimeter of intrusion as the wood found more and more of her to hurt.

Occasionally Ed or Nick would kick the supports. The plank would shudder and the pain would twang along her nerves like the pluck of a tightened guitar string. She was not aware of the way her head would whip to and fro, the tangled sweaty mass of her hair beating against her cheeks and eyelids and catching in her mouth. She had long ago lost control of the sounds she was making and so was unaware that she was moaning and mewing pitifully. Occasionally she would scream softly at odd moments wondering if the voice she heard faintly was her own – and if so why scream at any one particular wave as she floated on an ocean of torment. Most dangerously however – she was unaware that Nick had grown bored.

The leather that cut through her delirium was thin and supple – almost like a switch except for the slightest play in the material that allowed the end of the cruel implement to twitch and curl its way through the air. The first cut (and it almost literally was) landed against her flank, the tip curling back to just kiss her asscheek.

Her attention snapped back to the present with a start. With wide opened eyes, pupils dilated and glazed, she looked down at her sweat streaked and tear laden body. With horror she noted the wetness oozing around the edge of the plank where it slipped and sawed through her genitals. She knew that the moisture held sweat, but also realized with revulsion that her body in self defense had attempted to lubricate itself. She saw the hellish whip Nick held before her and, of course, Ed with his hand wrapped once again about his exposed penis, pre-come glistening at its tip in the harsh light. She became aware of this all while the last echoes of her ragged scream still echoed off the walls.

“Pussy, pussy. Thought you were falling asleep on us. No rest for the weary, sweetmeat,” said Nick as he lashed out and caught her just across the breasts. Her breasts swung wildly in her fruitless effort to avoid the blow. Renewed agony shot from her vagina as she arched her body away from the blow. Her left labia screamed in agony as she shifted her upper body to the right. As she watched the white, swollen line the switch had carved into her breasts quickly went scarlet. Once again a horrible scream burst from her lips, ending in a dry hacking cough. Even her throat was being torn up from this torture.

Nick began to slowly circle her, smiling cruelly. She followed him with her eyes as much as her position permitted. His eyes bore into hers – chilling her to the bone. There was no compassion there at all, no shame at the horrible way he was abusing her. As he circled her on the right he had to step over the rope that pulled her ankle tautly outward. As he brought his trailing foot over the rope he caught it slightly with his toe. Just a slight touch, but balanced as precariously as she was it was enough to cause her body to lurch toward him. Desperately she leaned the other way in order to once again distribute the load.

She strained her neck as he passed behind her, but he slid from her view. She was quickly pirouetting her head back to the left, but before she could bring her tormentor into focus she felt the horrid flash of pain as he struck her high on her back, catching the flesh of her upper arm, shoulder blades and the sensitive skin of one pink palm as her fingers clutched feebly at the air. Her resolve was completely shattered and she began to beg for him to stop. The most horribly perverted promises rolled off her lips, interspersed with simple begging. The only effect she could see was that Nick’s smile grew even more broad.

“Really, sweetmeant?” Nick asked pleasantly – and then sliced the switch diagonally across her abdomen. She doubled over in screaming agony. Her head came close to resting on the beam and she found herself staring at her own sex. She had no doubt now that her lips were horribly swollen. As the scream died on her lips Jody discovered that she couldn’t breathe. Whether from the shock of pain or the depth of her scream her sternum had frozen. She opened and closed her mouth helplessly – seconds seeming to expand to hours as she waited for the next breath of air.

Her sternum unlocked and Jody found herself experiencing the mixed blessing that was her body’s willingness to cling to life. But she had little time to reflect on the irony of her mixed relief. In this extremely forward leaning position she found all of the weight at the very top of her vulva, where her sensitive clitoris tried to hide in the swollen folds of her flesh. She was dismayed that every time she found what she thought was the ultimate in pain her body obligingly showed her that there were new heights to scale.

Her back also screamed in protest as she hung with her head suspended mere inches from the beam in the most unnatural position imaginable. She desperately tried to pull herself upright, but without the use of her hands, with no possible leverage – she was finding the task almost impossible. She could feel her elbows drawing little circles in the air behind her as her upper body sea-sawed left and right with her efforts to achieve an upright position once more.

But then Nick brought the switch down across her lower back, just above her hips. Here where the flesh is already quite thin, and in her current position stretched and distended as well. The loudest scream yet burst from her lips, she could see spittle flying from her mouth. Her back muscles – finding the strength to work in new ways – jerked her upright. She could almost feel her spine thrum with shock as her posture became perfect from the waist up.

Unfortunately a new epicenter of pain centered itself at the point where her spine ended just as the flesh of her rear began to swell. The muscles along her spine, having been asked to work in ways nature hadn’t intended, began to pulse agonizingly outward from that point. This pain was almost enough to mask the stripe of anguish Nick had cut with his switch – almost.

Nick slowly continued his circling, spacing his slashes with the switch widely apart. Sometimes he actually seemed to go many minutes without a blow. But in the end they were so horribly steady. With one scream Jody bit the corner of her lower lip and she could taste the tang of blood on her tongue. As she looked down at her protesting frame, she could see a few drops of red where the blood fell on her left breast. Slowly the red turned pink as the sweat mingled with her blood, slowly washing it away.

The cuts themselves were horrible, but worse as she jerked her body away from a pending lash or in response to one just received the flesh of her labia twitched and slid along the rough plank. She could feel tiny splinters of wood work their way into her swollen lips and worse, into the oversensitive flesh of her clitoris.

Ed, as usual, seemed content to let his partner invest energy in the torture. She would glance at him from time to time (he was, after all, the less dangerous of the two) and see him slowly masturbing himself as he watched her ordeal. He would be smiling, an idiotic gleam in his eyes, or maybe even laughing. She wished him, wished them both dead.

Nick once again stepped directly in front of her. They were seperated only by the length of the beam she now knew so intimately and well. Once more his eyes bore directly into hers. They were black and devoid of feeling. He barely blinked as his eyes slowly traveled down, then back up her body. “You look nice in stripes, sweetmeat,” he told her. She said nothing. Her breath caught raggedly in her throat and she no longer cared about the provocative way her short gasps made her welted breasts tremble.

“Okay, Ed,” Nick said, “you can have your fun now.” The two men stepped to either side of the beam and released the ropes that held her legs widely apart. At first she was unable to draw them together. Her feet had little feeling. It was as if she were trying to stand on two lumps of wood. But gradually she was able to bring her feet together near the beam. But not all the way. The flesh of her genitals screamed in protest as she tried to bring her thighs up against the wood to lift herself off. She could not find a position that allowed her pudendum to lose all contact with the beam.

Roughly Ed grabbed her around the waist and half lifted, half drug her off her perch. The edge of the plank scraped along her inner leg – she couldn’t summon the strength to lift it above the rail. Nick came around and grabbed one elbow. Ed released her waist and grabbed the other. She almost collapsed to the floor, but managed to keep her footing on her barely functional legs. Using her elbows as guides the two men began to walk her over to a horrible looking chair.

Actually “chair” was too kind a word for this contraption. It was mad of rough and sturdy wood. It was blocky and forbidding. One large heavy panel formed the back of the chair, though near the top the wood appeared split. Two bolts faced straight up in the air on either side of this back panel, protruding from the wood. Wing nuts were positioned on these bolts. The seat of the char actually consisted of two flat planks of wood. Each of these planks were attached to the bank panel near its center, but they angled outward from that center. Viewed from the top the two planks would seem to form a “V”. At about the position where a knee might rest on the planks another piece of piece of wood cut a right 90 degree angle towards the floor.. Here two leather straps were actually bolted to the wood. Clearly these would be used to cuff her ankles. Additional leather belts were attached to the sides of the back panel.

Jody expected them to force her back against the seat (her aching sex and rear would not be supported at the apex of the “V”) and align her legs along the planks. Then they would apply the ankle cuffs and god know how many other straps to hold in her place, her sex exposed, to do god knows what.

But instead they guided her into position facing the back of the chair. “Swing your leg over the chair, sweetmeat,” urged Nick. He slid his hand between her thighs and she shuddered at the thought of it sliding up towards her ruined sex. She quickly did as she was told. “Now sit, and slide your chest up tight against the back of the chair.” She slid forward, her thighs chafing on the rough wood. Nick stepped into the “V” of the chair and pressed her against the back. Her chest was squashed against the back panel and even her stomach rested against the hard wood.

Nick unlocked her wrists from where they had been drawn high up on her back, attached to that horrible collar. She immediately tried to lower her wrists, but the pain of being released from their constriction was almost worse than the pain of being locked there in the first place. She slowly lowered her arms until her still bound hands brushed Nick’s (stomach, groin?) where he still remained leaning against her body. Nick quickly undid the collar and gave it to Ed who placed it on the top of a chest near the wood Ed moved behind the chair (directly in front of Jody) and grabbing the top of the panel at either side lifted it up! The panel slid easily along the length of the bolts which Jody could now see were tightly screwed into the bottom of the back panel. The opening created was just about breast high. With grim anticipation she began to have some idea of one use for the chair. She tried to pull back, but Nick put his foot up on one of the wooden seat planks and pushed his knee into the small of her back.

She lacked any strength to resist him and her breasts poked through the hole. Her right breast popped cleanly through, but her left was caught against the lower panel along its curved underside. “You look lopsided, little cunt, we can’t have that,” Nick said and reached out callously digging his hands into the welted mounds of her breast. He lifted it without gentleness and the pressure from his knee made certain that her breast passed through the opening. Her breasts now actually rested on the top edge of the back panel. She could feel the rough wood abrading the extremely soft and sensitive underside of her breasts – skin that usually rested just lightly against her ribs, protected.

“Let’s lock her in, Nick,” Ed said, clearly aroused at the thought. He simply dropped the top panel. In spite of the fact that it was only a few inches above her breasts, the wood was heavy and it fell with a shock on the already distressed flesh of her chest. She tried to pull back, but Nick intensified the pressure of his knee. She only succeeded in sliding the aching tissue against the wood. Nick pulled one of the straps from the side of the chair back and sliding it between her arms and back, buckled it tightly. This strap was set at the shoulder blade height and compacted her tightly against the chair pushing her breasts even further through the opening.

Then Nick removed his knee from the small of her back and buckled a second thick leather strap there. Now she was painfully bowed against the panel, locked at chest and waist, her hips were forced slightly away from the back panel by the extent to which she had to spread her legs to sit reversed on the chair. Nick stepped to one side of the chair and Ed to the other and Jody realized, without surprise, they were cuffing her ankles to the rear frame of the chair. There was very little movement possible. Jody did note that she might be able to reach the buckle of the strap around her waist. For a moment she felt the smallest upsurge of hope, but then realized her captors must be aware of this fact and would surely rectify it.

Ed was standing before her, his grin just visible behind his mask. “Hey, sweetie, you know how a push up bra makes a girl’s breasts look much bigger and nicer than they are? What we have here is a push up AND push Down bra. It does an even nicer job.” And then Ed reached out and began to spin the wingnut that held the top and bottom panels together. He spun it until it stopped and wouldn’t move freely any more. Then he did the same to the one at the other side. Jody could already see her breasts beginning to distend under the pressure. Of course merely having the wood grip her soft flesh wasn’t enough. She watched as he tightened first one, then the other wing nut. One turn at a time. At first the pain wasn’t too bad (at least, equipped as she was, with a whole new definition of the word pain). But as the pressure increased the skin caught between the edges of the wood actually began to ache more than welts that could be seen criss-crossing her chest. Slowly her breasts flattened where the pressure was being applied. But the tissue that protruded through the panel began to swell as the pressure caused the area where her skin was being compressed to bulge forward.

She watched as the welts disappeared and the mounds of her breasts continued to swell under the tension as the epidermis was driven outward from the wood’s compression. As the swelling continued she could see her skin actually beginning to shine in the light. The stretching took away the natural porous texture of her flesh. She remembered when her father had struck his hand with a hammer and the look of his hand as it swelled. Her nipples seemed to recede and as the pressure continued and the color of her breasts changed from pale to an angry pink, the areola disappeared as well. The distinction of that sensitive flesh which marked the boundary between the nipple and her pale white skin lost both it’s slightly raised texture and it’s distinctive color as the surrounding flesh continued to swell and darken.

Jody was moaning softly when Ed stepped back to admire his handiwork. Her breasts no longer chafed against the wood. She doubted she could move at all, even if was free of everythin except the vise that now gripped the most obvious symbol of her womanhood. She felt a tear slide down her cheek. Visions of puberty flashed unbidden through her mind, though she tried to avoid them. Memories of standing in front of the mirror, willing her chest to grow. Cupping the tiny breasts in her hands and feeling the thrilling sensuousness of the slightest pressure to her tiny nipples. She remembered wondering if she would be as big as Cheryl, who was developing so fast. She remembered finally coming to terms with her size, bigger than some, not as big as others. And all these visions clashed against the ugly reality of her breasts caught in this horrible vice.

“Jesus Ed, you always choke on the tail,” said Nick as he stepped in front of her. Quickly he gave each wingnut two additional turns. She could not entirely suppress the grunts of pain she emitted as he tightened them home. She could see tendons standing out on his arm from the effort and this visual reinforcement of her agony seemed to cause the ache to double, then triple in intensity.

“There that’s better.”

“You kn—know,” Jody grunted through clenched teeth, “you are going to ruin everything that you like about me, everything that makes me female, if you keep this up. What fun is that?” She tried to argue from a vantage point that they might appreciate, but she had little hope of convincing them.

“Jody, you are so damn silly. You may feel like your cunt is so swollen and crushed that it will never be the same, but tomorrow the swelling will be mostly gone. A few days, and you might not know you rode the rail, almost.”

“And this, this is nothing. Skin is like rubber –stretch it, whip it, whatever, it springs back. Besides your breasts are much more beautiful this way. And your cunt, well it’s still a hole and fully capable of doing everything I want. In fact, the thought that it will cause you pain instead of pleasure can only make it that much better for me.”

“You leave it up to us. We know what you can take. Better than you do, in fact. But don’t worry, sweet meat, in the end we’ll have demonstrated that completely to you.”

Jody felt herself blush, somehow feeling embarrassed and humiliated by his words. And then in a flash, she felt a blast of hate burn through her. This was her new world, unending agony broken only for moments when the hate became even more powerful than the fear. But as Nick gently reached out and ran his finger in circles around the unrecognizable shape of her left breast, she felt the anger burn itself out and the foreboding and agony return.

“I love when you look at me like that, little cunt. It means you still got some spirit. Torturing someone with spirit is so much better than torturing someone who is completely broken. Hang in there, Jody, hang in there for me. Even your hate just helps me.” And with an almost silent chuckle Nick walked behind her again. Jody thought with humiliation how her rear and genitals hung between the planks of the “V”. She could imagine him studying the tiny movements she knew she would occasionally make as she tried to find some way to minimize the slow cramping ache of her legs locked and spread so far apart.

Nick produced another leather strap and looped it around her arms, just below her elbows. He pulled it tight and she could feel her elbows drawing together. Her lower arms felt numb from the pressure and streaks of pain shot from her shoulders down her upper arms. “We’ll get these trained to touch eventually, sweet meat,” Nick offered conversationally. To illustrate his point he pulled the leather another notch tighter. She grunted in pain and looking over her shoulder could see that her elbows were only about two inches apart. The pressure was maddening. Nick locked the buckle on the strap and slid the end home through a loop on the strap. Jody closed her eyes and bit her lower lip trying not to offer any more reaction to the pain.

She heard the sound of a rope threading through a pulley. It was a sound she had come to know too well recently. Straining her neck should could just barely see him out of the corner of her eye. Walking to the wall he took down one of those bladder like canvas sacks. He tied the rope to a metal ring embedded in the seam of the canvas bag. Then taking the other end of the rope he clipped it to Jody’s wrists. The canvas sack was now suspended about five feet from the floor. Jody could feel the gentle weight of the sack, urging her wrists upward slightly.

Returning to the wall Nick unwound a hose from around a faucet. He looked just like a suburban husband about to do his gardening. She looked back at Ed who stood a few feet in front of her face. She tried to read his face to get some idea of what was next, but all he showed her was that horrible sappy grin. It was as if he were watching an amusing sitcom instead of a woman being tortured.

Dragging the hose over Jody could again just glimpse Nick threading the end of the hose onto an exposed valve sewn into the sack. She began to realize the hideous simplicity of the sacks. It was a mystery she would have rather never solved.

Ed got up and wandered into the next room. He returned with a cheap aluminum baking tray and a barstool. He set the tray on the wooden stool where she could easily see it. Inside was a cheap cut of meat which had either already gone bad or was on the verge. “You see, sweet meat, it’s fun to pull on a rope and watch you squirm,” Nick began conversationally as he walked back into her easy view. “Every once in a while though, a man needs his hands free for other things. That’s why we came up with the water sacks. Just add water, poof – instant pain.”

“Yep,” added Ed, “And you can be somewhere else, like with your cock stuck in some happy little mouth.”

Jody could see an immediate flaw in their plan, and with a small feeling of triumph she couldn’t wait to tell them. “You can rape me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. But I won’t suck you. For that I’ve got to be willing!”

“Oh, Jody. How can you be so fucking dumb?” Nick said laughing, “When will you learn. We can make you eat shit, if we want. We can make you smile while you do it.”

“Really. What if I bite? What if I bite really hard!” and she wanted to do it. The only way she could tolerate the idea of taking either of their penises in her mouth was to imagine biting down hard, her teeth grinding together and blood spurting from her lips as she listened to their howls of pain. She didn’t really want to hear what Nick would say in reply. She wanted to keep this fantasy alive.

“All the little cunts get that idea. But guess what, my cock is still here and so is Ed’s.” Nick pulled a small red and white cylinder from his pocket. She saw the fuse and realized it was a firecracker. She watched with disgust as he pushed the end of it into the ripe meat. Lighting it he and Ed stepped back. Jody, closer, watched with her breath caught in her throat. With a loud crack the firecracker exploded. The meat seemed to jump and quiver. It blew outwards from the center looking like some hideous flower in bloom. Tiny drops of blood spattered the chair. One drop hit Jody’s cheek and ran noxiously down to her chin.

Without a word Nick pulled another firecracker from his pocket. He pushed it between Jody’s breasts, the cleavage tightly compressed. She could barely feel as he wormed it between the mounds of tissue. Her breasts were already turning numb (although the ache were the wood cut into the skin throbbed with each beat of her heart). She felt a slick new trickle of sweat slide from her armpit down her side. Her eyes were widening in terror.

“Wait, Nick, WAIT! You’re right, I’ll blow you. I won’t bite. HONEST TO GOD I won’t!” Nick nodded and Ed casually struck a match and lit the firecracker stem. It was unusually an unusually long wick. A sulfuric odor assailed her nostrils. Tiny sparks, bright pinpricks of blossoming pain rained along her breasts. She watched as one spark fell and rolled along the skin until it plummeted from the tip of her nipple.

“Anything, ANYTHING, DAMMIT!!! What good am I if you kill me!!! Jesus Christ, put it out! PUT IT OUT!!!!” she screamed. Jody lurched back and forth against her bonds in a wild effort to dislodge the firecracker. Her efforts quickly grew so frantic that she even managed to move the chair slightly, a disquieting screech of wood on cement echoed as a result of her efforts, but there was no other appreciable effect. Her breasts barely moved in response, certainly not enough to dislodge the small cylinder. She thought she could feel the flesh along the underside of her breasts tear against the wood in her efforts to get away from the impending pain and ruin. But even in this manic state she could see there was no way to pull free from the vise. No way to shake the horrid little tube of gunpowder free.

With a sudden inspiration she pooled her saliva and began to spit at the wick. Gobs of mucous spattered across the tops of her breasts, but she couldn’t hit the mark. The wick would be pushed by the gust of air which preceded the spittle just enough to jump out of the way. The wick burned on. She tried a half dozen times, but the ever shortening wick presented even less of a target. “You bastard, FUCKING BASTARD, put IT OUT!!!! PUT IT OUT!!!! DAMN YOU! PUT IT OUT!!!!!!!!”

With a final sizzle the flame disappeared into the cardboard cylinder.

Jody let out one last horrible whimper and, closing her eyes, turned her head to the side. Tears streamed from her tightly closed eyelids.

The silence lasted only a few seconds and then Jody could hear Nick and Ed laughing. Their combined laugh sounded long, hard and evil. She looked down as Ed plucked the tube from between her breasts. Spit glinted in the light as it made it languid way along the curves of her chest.

“Pretty good joke, hunhhh, cunt?” Ed asked. Jody could only glare at him with simmering hate. “You see, cunt, there are worse things we can do to you than you we already have. I put my cock in your mouth and one little nip from you, no matter the reason, and we hang you upside down. Then we drop one live firecracker into a box of one hundred and slip them into your cunt one by one until we find the magic one. Might be the first, or the hundred and first. The we’ll fill a hypodermic needle with super glue. We’ll stick it into your tit and squeeze. Then we’ll probably pull out your tongue – let the punishment fit the crime, right? The worst part is, we let you live, we take you out on some highway and let you go. But what will be left of you right? No more fun time for Jody!”

“The beauty is there are two of us,” added Nick, “Even if one of us bleeds to death, the other one will take care of you. And do it big time. It’s a pact we made. Right now, sweatmeat, you know we are going to hurt you, and hurt you lots. But we won’t do anything permanent. No scars. You can limp out of here and with the right therapy maybe even get your life back. Of course, that day is a long way off right now.”

“I see you looking at me and I see you don’t believe me. But I might be telling the truth, right? You gotta keep hopin’, right? So that’s the deal. It ain’t much, but its the only one you got.”

“Now you can use your mouth on Ed or me. Use your cheeks, your tongue. Maybe you even get a little playful with your teeth, lord knows, you’ll have incentive enough. But me and Ed judge whether our girl is being playful or naughty. There is no appealing that judgement and only one punishment. And only one chance.”

Jody lowered her head, knowing she was beaten. “You hear me, cunt?” She looked up into his cold eyes and nodded a slow yes.

“Have fun, Ed, I’ll be down later,” Nick said and headed towards the door. She could just barely see the swing of the door he left through. The door that lead… where? “Freedom!” her mind almost screamed at her, “To Freedom. Don’t forget it, don’t you give up.” But another voice in her head seemed to already be laughing at the mental cheerleader she had conjured up.

“What’s the matter, doesn’t he want in on the fun?” Jody sneered to Ed. “Nah. It’s just Nick doesn’t get off as much from the sex as he does from the pain. He likes it some, but he likes to make you hurt more. He’s like, the idea man. Me I like to mix a little more mouth or cunt into my entertainment. This here is going to be a long term show.”

“Why? You think you can last that long?” Jody quipped, trying to sound brave. It was easier to feel brave when Nick wasn’t there. Ed, though horrible, seemed slightly less frightening than Nick. Maybe it was the way he always seemed to have his cock in his hand. Jody knew about horny men, every woman did. In many ways they were the easiest to control.

But she was about to be disillusioned.

“Nah, you’re right about that. I’ll go quick watching a nice cunt like you suffer makes me so hard I feel like I’ll burst, but I already came once, see,” he said moving close and holding his swollen cock right in front of her trapped face. It was so close Jody could actually watch as the dried flakes of semen scaled off of the distended surface; so close she could smell the sour stench. “So I might not go so quick after all, poor little bitch.

“Of course, by the third time, I take forever and the fifth, hell, I have a hard time even getting it up, even in such stimulating company.”

“What?” Jody asked feeling a sudden chill travel down her spine. “Do you think I’m going to sit here and blow you all day long?”

“Oh no, babe, you’ll be quick. It won’t take you all day. You’ll be motivated..” He casually walked over to and turned the valve to the hose a quarter turn. Behind her Jody soon heard the trickle of water as it entered the sack. More importantly, she could feel it. It was a minute stream, but already she could tell the pain she would be in as the sack continued to fill.

Ed was quickly back in front of her, pushing his trousers and briefs off with a quick motion. He removed the disgusting tray and slid the bar stool closer and sat just in front of her, his crotch directly before her eyes – just out of reach. “We’re gonna play a game, like name that tune. I ask you to bid how many times you think you can bring me off before your arms dislocate. The penalty for an underbid is that I double the number. When I come for the last time, if I still have the energy, I go turn off the water.”

Jody felt her cheeks crimson in shock and shame. This was the man she had felt less frightened of! In his own way he was more psychotic than Nick. Jody knew instinctively that Nick would not permanently hurt her until he grew bored, but this man didn’t seem to care. She was just a collection of orifices. If she became unusable he would simply get a another. Still, Nick might be angry if her hurt her seriously, especially if he wasn’t there to watch. She needed to say something soon, she was wasting time and the water was still slowly filling the sack.

“Well, cunt, make a bid,” Ed urged. She thought frantically. It was three or four. She could last no longer than that, and she was afraid to go less. If she said four, her ordeal would last just that much longer. If she said three, he wouldn’t dare double it. He could never manage six, and he wouldn’t dare let the water run that long. He couldn’t possibly double it. “Three,” she said, trying to sound confident. “Oh, sweety, you underbid your ability. Looking at those lips I’m confident you can do much better than that. Oh well, I hate to do it, but rules are rules, six it is then!”

“You crazy fucker, my arms’ll be torn off,” she spat. She instantly regretted her tone, thinking that it might be better to play it soft. “How about four, hunh? You’re right, three was short, but I can do four, I want to do four…”

“I don’t think so. Maybe you’re right about your arms, but I’ve only seen that happen once at six. Of course that cunt gave really awful bj’s. I have faith in you, Jody. I think you can come out of this game in one piece.”

“I can’t do it, I can’t…” she whimpered looking down and trying to avoid looking at his throbbing penis she knew she would soon be forced to suck. The only other view was of her tortured, distended breasts. She began to sweat more freely, thinking of the pressure steadily building as her arms were pulled ever upward behind her. “Never know until you try. You gotta admit, it’s the not knowing that’s torture. At least in your case.”

Looking up she again saw that evil grin, saw his hand absently stroking himself. “Ok, bring it over here then. Come on!” she hissed. What difference would anger make? He would do what he wanted in any case.

“Oh, Jody. That nasty tone ruined my good mood. I can’t let you blow me until I get it back again. Of course, if you want to beg my forgiveness…” Jody swallowed her words of rage as she realized her fate if she were to go on this way. Broken she pleaded, “Please, Ed, I’m sorry. Bring your penis here.”

“Was that sincere, Jody. I don’t feel the sincerity. And talk dirty will ya, you oughta know that men like that.”

“Please, oh please let me suck your cock. Stick it in my mouth!”

“Better, I’m getting the mood back. Elaborate on the details. Tell me what you’re gonna do and I think I can get back to those good feelings again.”

“Please I want you cock. I want to run my tongue along it. I want to – to ,” she almost choked on the words, “slide my tongue along the tip. I want to suck you dry and feel you explode.”

“See, Jody, I knew you were a natural. You win, babe, you get to start.” He slid his stool forward with a screech. He had to spread his legs wide to get close enough to where she could reach him. His hard cock brushed her cheek and a wave of revulsion swept through her. But there was no choice, she had to overcome it. There was only one way to proceed and that was to do it quickly. To do all six times as quickly as possible and get this over with. Stretching her head back allowed her to position his ugly penis, it’s tip glistening, before her lips. She parted her lips (they were dry with fear) and took him into her mouth.

Though she was somewhat inexperienced, she knew basically what to do. She began to slide her head back and forth, keeping her lips locked on his manhood. She was very careful not to nick him with her teeth. But she was far too tentative. She could tell he was already set to come quickly, but he wasn’t being stimulated enough. She realized that she had to be more energetic.

She could not really feel the pressure of water in the sack yet. It was still a gentle, but ominous, weight. She tried to lift her arms slightly to alleviate some pain, but the bag just sunk behind her and the gentle ache in her shoulders went unchanged. She intensified her efforts. She didn’t just slide her lips, but began a sharp sucking. She could feel her cheeks hollowing and she imagined she looked just like that woman she once saw doing this in a porno flick of her father’s she and her girlfriends had found and watched. She also began using her tongue more, flecking it along the bottom of his cock, feeling the vein pulse there.

And the efforts paid off. She could feel his organ pulse, he was about to come. She began to withdraw then, wanting to let him spill onto the floor (“onto your breasts, you mean” some horrible voice inside her chided), but Ed grabbed the sides of her head with each hand. Winding his fingers into her hair he held tight, even pulling her a little closer. His cock banged against the back of her throat. She was gagging and in real panic and tried desperately to pull back, but two strong hands held her and she had no leverage at all. She felt him spurt against the roof of her mouth, felt the sticky fluid flow down her throat. Some pooled in her mouth and opening her lips with a cough, she felt a trickle spill from her lips and slide down her chin.

Ed released her and she pulled back from his penis, choking and gagging with revulsion. She could see some of his seed laying on her chest. Starkly white against the fevered redness of her skin.

“Ding. And our contestant is one sixth of the way home, ladies and gentlemen,” Ed gasped. “oooh that was good, baby. You better fire me up again. Oh and one more thing, if I don’t want to come IN your mouth, I’ll pull my dick out. If I leave it there, baby you better swallow.”

She looked at his now flaccid penis, covered with drool and some of his own juices. She could barely stand to look at, but she had to get him hard again. And then again four more times after that. Straining her neck, no longer wanting to waste time she wrapped her lips around his soft cock. The skin felt sticky with his remains. Already the pain in her arms was becoming a real incentive. She could feel cool air caress her armpits as more of the delicate tissue was exposed as her arms rose. The copious sweat stung a little. She had just shaved the other day, in some other life.

His cock stiffened a little, but hardly enough once she had it in her mouth. She couldn’t believe she was doing it, but Jody began to think of every trick she had learned about men and sex that she had learned through hurried back seat encounters. She sucked and sucked on his cock. Trying to draw him to erection. She flickered her tongue across the tip, back in forth in little quick motions. Then she picked up its hated heaviness with her tongue and pressed it against the roof of her mouth, sliding her tongue from its base to its tip. Her reward was that his cock did harden. It became tumescent enough for her to begin the bobbing motion that would bring this round to its closure.

Once again she did the routine as last time. Once again she felt his cock pulse. She clamped down with her lips, as instructed. She feared what Ed might do if she disobeyed his order to swallow. She reflected how, just a few short moments ago, she had convinced herself he was less frightening than Nick. This time, though, he pulled himself out of her mouth.

She looked up at him in surprise as he stood up and gave himself two short pumps. Her eyes were still open when he came. She saw the white viscous liquid break free from the tip of his cock just as she closed her eyes. She felt the hot liquid hit her on the cheek and splash against her left eyelid. She felt the aftershocks as more of the sticky semen splashed against her lips (still partially open) and her chin. Then it stopped.

“Look at me, you bitch,” Ed said, sounding cold and very frightening. She opened her eyes with some difficulty. She saw his wilting penis. One thin strand of semen was strung between her upper and lower left eyelid. Her eyes focused on this thin strand and she burned with shame. Out of the corner of her eye she could a thick gob of the stuff caught in her hair. She felt it drip from her face and looked down at her breasts. There were splotches of the viscous and odious stuff splattered across her breasts. A tiny pool of the stuff was forming where her cleavage was crushed together. She could smell the salty tang of it. She fought back bile in her efforts not to gag.

“Round two, Jody, only four to go.”

And Jody felt her spirit break a little more. It was unimaginable that she could make him hard and bring him to completion four more times. “Please…” she begged, “I can’t”

“Jody, babe, pissing off the host may involve you in some pretty awful penalty rounds of this game. You wouldn’t like that.” With a whimper she strained forward again. But he backed away. She looked up at him as he stepped in close again. She went for him and he backed away again giggling. “Come on, Ed, bring it here!”

“Okay, but that little bit of fun actually helped elevate my mood a little, if you catch my drift.” And as she drew his ever more repulsive cock into her mouth she reflected that this pitiful little tease had had some effect. It took him less time to grow hard.

The third time he came he once again held his cock in her mouth. She could feel the warm horrific weight of it strike against the back of her throat. He had wound his hand into her hair as he neared completion and her face was pressed against his groin with his penis pressed deeply into her mouth. At least in this position the semen slid down her throat and avoided full contact with her taste buds (although her mouth was already full of the disgusting taste – and she wondered if she would ever be able to rid herself of the awful flavor of it). She began to choke and gag, but fought to make her discomfort as unnoticeable as possible, lest he find some way to prolong it. But he wouldn’t be able to prolong it with his cock which wilted quickly. As soon as he released her hair it slid wetly between her lips.

“Whew, baby, I am starting to feel a little bit spent,” Ed said. “Of course you are, you bastard,” Jody thought. Pulling the stool in close he sat down with his lap directly in front of her mouth. “I have to sit down for this one. You may be too good! You might have completely drained me in three.”

“Fine, then let me go! Turn off that damn water.”

“I can’t do that, Jody. If I went back on my word how could you ever respect me again?” he asked reasonably. “No, we’ll both have to see if we have a little more in us. I certainly hope I do, you look good in white,” he chuckled.

As her ordeal had progressed so had the flow of water into the sack. Slowly, almost in microscopic increments, her arms had been pulled upward and away from her back. What had started as a mild ache in her shoulders had grown into a consistent throbbing pain. With great effort she could pull her arms back downward, but probably not more than an inch or two. The effort involved in that tiny motion sent sharp screaming pains along her upper arms and the muscles at her sides. Glancing behind her she could see that her arms had risen almost to a point where they were level with the floor. Pretty soon she was certain she would reach the physical limit of how far up they could go. What would happen then?

She wasn’t entirely certain, but thought at that point the level of pain would begin to grow alarmingly. At some point, probably when she would be screaming piercingly, her body would surrender itself and the joints in her shoulders would give way. Then her arms would rise again. But would she? This bastard would do nothing to stop it either. Not until he came for the sixth time. She needed to get on with it and needed to do it in hurry.

Straining her neck she nuzzled her head into his crotch, smelling the rich, ripe stench of him, made worse by the semen lying slickly on his scrotum and caught in his pubic hair. His penis was almost too small to retrieve, but she managed to get it into her mouth. Before she could even give it a few experimental strokes, it slid from her grasp. She glanced up at him. His hands rested on the back of the stool and he was looking at the ceiling. She could see his chest still rising and falling from the effort of his last orgasm. Once again she retrieved his hated cock and sucked it into her mouth.

She had to keep a deep sucking motion going at all times to prevent the thing from slipping away. In addition she was doing everything she could to arouse him. Flitting her tongue along the sides and even in and out of the tip. She could taste tiny drops of pre-come as they oozed from his opening.

But as her arms continued to rise Jody realized that she might not be able to arouse him. Cold panic began to seep in. She shivered in the cool dank air as the sweat which ran from her armpits continued to dry against her ribs. She had to do something!

Taking an enormous risk she nipped at the base of his cock gently with her teeth. She could almost feel his eyes lock on the top her head, but he did not withdraw. Gently she closed her teeth again and worked her jaws left and right slightly. She was rewarded with the first gentle pulse of blood into his organ. She backed her teeth away slightly to give it room to grow. She wanted to make absolutely certain he knew she wasn’t trying to bite him.

Between gentle nips and work with her tongue she brought him back to full erection. Oddly enough, she felt the pulse of his pending orgasm almost right away. Once again he elected to pull himself free of her mouth. She heard the stool slide away as he got to his feet. His hands clamped to the sides of her head and he lifter up her face. “Look at me, you bitch, look me right in the eye and don’t dare blink!” he shouted. And she did. His eyes were granite, cold and angry. How could he possibly have so much anger and hate at the moment of his sexual release?

At the lower extreme of her peripheral vision she could see his cock dance up and down and then she saw and felt it spurt. It splashed against her cheeks and partially open lips. She was still panting with effort. He released her head and she tried to look at him again, to focus on the hate and anger, but it was impossible. The humiliation and shame were too powerful. Here she was, her face covered in the remains of his pleasure. The lowest layers were crusty and uncomfortable, and as they broke free from her skin they mixed with the newer sticky liquid. Together the mess eventually dripped from her face onto her battered breasts. The semen looked all the whiter against her flesh, which was now heading from red towards a deep maroon.

And covered as she was with this horrible mess all she wanted to do was get his penis back in her mouth. Sparing a glance behind her she noticed that her arms were now, in fact, parallel to the floor. She could no longer pull her arms downward against the pressure, either. “Come closer, Ed,” She urged, but he stood just out of reach, panting himself, a sheen of sweat forming on the skin of his chest. “Come on, Ed, I really want you again. Come on, I need your cock. I love it, I love your cock. I NEED IT!” she screamed, and this seemed to bring him out of his daze. Taking a step forward allowed her to once more pull his penis between her lips.

But time wore on and there was no change. He didn’t seem to get hard at all. The only change was that the dull throb in her shoulders became sharper by the minute. Letting his still totally limp penis fall from her mouth she shouted at him, “C’mon, Ed, for christ’s sake. Look at me, look at how I’m hurting here. C’mon that should make you hard.”

“I don’t know, little cunt, I’m beginning to think maybe you shouldn’t have underbid like you did. It might have been a big mistake.”

“Then stop the damn water, let my arms down!”

“Told you --can’t do it.”

Jody dropped her head and began to sob. Her tears mixed with his spunk and ran down her cheeks. Her shoulders shook (only slightly) with her sobs. Her breasts did not. It was over then, he would let her arms pull from their sockets. And still he might just continue to wait for excitement to hit again, perhaps even adding another sack as her ruined arms continued to rise uselessly behind her. That sight would make him hard, she was certain. Of course it would be far too late for her… But as she ran through these horrible reflections an idea began to form.

“Ed, isn’t there something you can do to me? Some extra way you can hurt me that will make you hard?”

“Jody, I had a real feeling about you. I knew you were special! Just wait right here!”

He walked to the way in a bow legged way that might have been comical under other circumstances and came back with a short strip of leather. Bringing it close she could see that it was actually two stiff pieces stitched together. It was about 1 ¾ feet long and was almost the same width along its length except that it tapered in slightly where his hand gripped it. Then she noticed the square flat end of it wasn’t entirely stitched. At the end the two pieces were unstitched.

He stepped right up against the chair. His thighs were pressing against her hurting breasts. His crotch was actually pressed against her face. Her head was pushed back slightly, tightening the tendons in her throat, pushing into her straining shoulders. However pressed against her as he was she only had to open her mouth to let him slide home. She quickly and eagerly began running through her limited repertoire of moves to stimulate him. He leaned over her slightly and began to beat her back and rear with the very stiff whip/strap he had brought over.

Jody could tell that it was a brutal whip, but at the moment the pain it caused was not a material concern. Also the awkwardness of his access to her, having to bring the strap out and under her extended arms to strike her back and buttocks took some of the fury out of his blows. But he was having fun, and his penis demonstrated the fact. Quickly he rose to hardness and began to come. He pulled out while he was still pulsing, managing to get some of his spunk on her chin, but most fell onto her breasts.

“Jesus Christ,” Ed offered, “that was great. I didn’t think I had it in me!”

“You have another, Ed, come on, let’s go.”

“If I do, I need another toy to get me over the top.” And he walked casually away calling out lightly “And our contestant has moved on to the final round, round six, where the points can really double.” He hummed tunelessly as he ferreted about in the drawers of a small chest. She noticed with terror some of the implements he picked up and then discarded; vise grips and pliers were among them. He returned with a small device which looked like one of those palm phasers they used in the original Star Trek show her dad had made her watch one time (just thinking of her father brought quick tears to her eyes). At each side of this device were two strange extrusions.

“Okay, Jody, this may do, but I gotta warn you, this is like a small cattle prod sort of thing Nick cobbled together. This little wheel,” he pointed it out to her, “controls the amount of the charge. I am going to zap your breasts with it. You might want to clench your teeth when it happens, but I wouldn’t advise it.”

“Isn’t there anything else?”

“I don’t think so. I think working your tits over with this may be the only thing I want to do really bad right now. You’ll just have to exercise some self control.”

“Okay then, c’mon. C’mon bring it here.”

“Hey, you’re wish is my command… Well, not really.” He walked up and she strained her neck to reach for his cock. “Hold on just a minute. You better feel this first.” And Ed touched the two (electrodes?) of the device to her left breast and pressed a button. She could feel a quick hot pulse of pain flash across her breasts. The effect on the rest of her body was a quick tightening of all of her muscles. Most worrisome of all, she clenched her teeth.

Ed began to walk his crotch towards her. “Wait,” she said, “I better try that thing again.”

“If you say so.” He pressed it against her right breast making sure that one prong of it caught the edge of her almost unrecognizable areola. She held her mouth open and he pressed the stud. Again that sharp horrible surge of localized pain coupled with the dancing aftereffects throughout the muscles in her body. But her mouth was still open. “Okay, let’s go,” she said. He pushed once more against her face although not as tightly this time. She supposed he wanted to be able to see where he was placing the horrible little electronic tormentor.

She tried to concentrate on what she was doing, fighting time desperately. Her shoulders now shouting with agony. It was all she could do not to expel him from her mouth with the loud screams she wanted to release. But screaming would have no effect on her pain, only his orgasm would. Every time he pushed that damn button her head went horribly fuzzy for a moment before she returned to her senses simply grateful that she hadn’t bit deeply into his cock. His gleeful enjoyment in giving her pain was having its effect. Every time her head cleared his cock would be a little harder.

He never got completely hard again, but she could feel his member pulse. He pulled from her mouth and rubbed its rubbery head against her eyelids. She could feel the warmth of his jism against her right eyelid as he exploded for (thankfully) the last time.

She opened her left eye (her right only opened partway, covered as it was) just as he stumble stepped backwards and collapsed against the stool. “Ed, stop the water, Ed! ED! Come on! Turn it off! ED!!!”

He visibly shook off the effects of his orgasm and looked her in the eyes. “I really don’t wanna, but… a deal’s a deal.” He walked over and spun the faucet and with relief Jody heard the last of the water as it trickled to a stop where it dripped into the sack. Ed resumed his position on the stool. He put his feet up on the bottom rung and rested his palms on his knees. He was still panting.

“Ed, let the water out, OK?”

“Whew, you really are something!”

“Ed, the water?”

“Not the deal, cunt, just turning it off was the deal.”

And once again Jody realized that she could be left to sit here indefinitely in pain. The two of them just sat there. Her squeezing tears out of the corners of her eyes, him still catching his breath. She watched as he rubbed his chest with his palm. He was studying her with an almost gentle smile. The sight was terrifying.

She heard the door behind her open and Nick’s voice boomed out, “Have a nice time, Ed?”

“Yeah, great,” he said and quickly gathered his shorts and jeans and began to step into them. Jody assumed he was a little embarrassed by his flaccid, exhausted penis. What a luxury, she thought, to be able to cover yourself any time you want to.

“Okay, Jody, time for double jeopardy,” came Nick’s voice and she cast her glance over her right shoulder just as he gave the faucet a tiny spin. The inexorable sound of water dripping into the sack began again. “This is wrong, we had a deal!” she screamed.

“You and Ed had a deal, sweet meat, not you and I.”

“My arms are gonna break!”

“I’ve pushed arms back in sockets before, usually with success. They make a really disgusting popping noise, though…. C’mon sweatmeat, I’m not worn out, I just want one taste of that cute mouth. Surely an experienced cocksucker like you has one more blowjob in her?”

She shook her head yes. Anything, anything to keep the pressure from growing. “Ask me, bitch,” Nick commanded. “Please come here and let me suck you, please Nick.”

“OK, if you want me to.” He stood before her. His pants still buttoned, his zipper up. “C’mon give me your cock, I want it,” she urged. Jody knew her lines. “You want it so damn bad, sweatmeat, get it yourself.”

Jody looked up at him, confused for a moment. If her confusion were going to be resolved, though, she would have to resolve it. Sensing what he wanted she strained forward and bit the top edge of her jeans with her teeth. The rough denim slid from her grasp as she tried to pull the button hole loose of the button. She caught it again, her jaws visibly clenching and succeeded this second time. Next she caught the zipper in her teeth. A sharp ache, like she felt once when she bit into a fork while eating, ran through her jaw. She had to resist the urge to release the hard metal. Slowly, with difficulty she managed to pull the stiff zipper down.

Thank god he wasn’t wearing any underwear. She could see his stiffening penis, though it was still caught inside the jeans. Using her chin she pushed at the flaps of material. She was beginning to think she would never get them open enough when his cock seemed to just fall free of the jeans. Quickly she drew him into her mouth.

He was a little larger than Ed and she worked on him with zeal brought on by the steadily increasing pressure in her shoulders. She pumped her head back and forth as much as she could within her bonds, and flicked the shaft with her tongue. She was rewarded by feeling that now familiar pulse. Nick pulled out and, being fresher than Ed, ejaculated a substantial amount of semen across her nose, cheek and lips. With horror she realized she could smell a slight difference in his come. She was becoming some sort of housepet, able to tell her masters by their scent.

“Not so bad, was it Jody?” said Nick as he (thank god!) went to the wall and turned off the faucet. He unthreaded the house and Jody watched as the back flow of water spilled from the gasket as the hose fell to the floor. Nick brought a bucket under the faucet and filled it up. Strolling over to her he offered, “This first bucket is for clean-up, sweatmeat, as clean as you’re getting tonight.” He drew back and then thrust the bucket forward sharply. When his arms stopped a forceful blast of icy water hit her face and chest. She gasped, but was still grateful that some of the viscous fluid she was coated with broke up under the flow. Her mouth had been partly open and she quickly swished the water in her mouth back and forth before spitting it weakly out.

Nick returned with a second bucket. “I’d open your mouth and swallow, this is your bed time drink.” And Jody, her throat parched and scratchy did so. She barely got a mouthful of the water as it splashed against her. Greedily she swallowed it, but it wasn’t enough to completely remove the foul taste from her mouth.

“Open the valve, Ed,” Nick said. Ed, now almost fully recovered went to the sack and began to twist a valve near the bottom of the sack. It danced as he worked, sending shockwaves of pain through her arms and shoulders. But soon the valve came loose and the water began to spill from the sack. It came out though the tiny opening in a hard directed stream, as if the water had been under great pressure.

Slowly her arms began to lower to a more normal position. Jody found herself actually sobbing at the release. Nick approached and began to loosen the nut on one of the chair bolts while Ed did likewise with the other one. Jody had expected this too to offer a release from pain, but it wasn’t the case.

As the wood was lifted off of her breasts (which surprisingly quickly began to assume their normal shape where they rested on the wood) agonizing waves of pain coursed through the flesh of her breasts. “Oh God….” she gasped, moaning. “That’s the blood returning to your chest, sweatmeat, isn’t it an interesting feeling,” Nick explained. She continued moaning as the sharp steady sensation gave way to the horrible pins and needles effect you feel after a hand or foot has gone to sleep. She was barely aware when the two of them began to release the assortment of straps that held her to the chair.

With only her hands still cuffed the tow of them, one at each arm, tried to draw her to a standing position. She put her feet firmly down and began to stand up with them, but was surprised when her feet shot out from under her. Her rear banged against one of the “seat” beams and Ed nearly lost his grip. Her calf muscles cramped up. The nerves there were alive with agony.

“Whoa, careful there, Nelly,” Ed said. “We don’t want you to get hurt.” He and Nick held her arms even tighter and with their rough support Jody was able to get to her feet. With Nick actually supporting her leg with one hand she was able lift her ankle and swing it over the seat of the chair.

They walked her into the little cell at the side of the room and once again tied her ankles and wrists to the stakes in the floor. Then Nick took a pulley and attached it to a ring directly above her waist. Taking a long nylon rope from his pocket he folded it in half and, as Ed helped to lift her buttocks, slid the rope around her waist like a belt. He slid the loose double end of the rope through the loop at the fold in the rope and slid this “buckle” around to her back. With a tug he pulled the cincher tight to her waist.

Jody was not surprised when he pulled the end of the rope down between the cheeks of her rear and then brought it up through the still aching folds of her labia. Passing the end of the rope through the waist cinch right near her navel he stood up and tied the two loose ends into a loop. Pulled tight the loop was about four feet above the floor. Taking out another rope he tied it to the loop and then threaded it through the overhead pulley. He then took the end of the rope to an L shaped hook screwed into the wall.

Looping the rope to the hook he pulled. Jody could feel the pressure as the rope bit deeply between her sensitive labia and slid tightly against her anus. He pulled until her hips were just barely rising off of the floor. He looped the rope about five times around the hook and tied it off. Her hips were under the slightest of pressure. In fact the flesh of her rear was still lightly brushing the concrete floor. It was just enough pressure that the rope would be sure to cut deeply into her most intimate flesh.

“There, sweatmeat, this’ll help you to dream about us tonight.” Laughing he and Ed left the cell. A few moments later the lights went out.

The rope bit her cruelly. If she had felt a sensation like this just two days ago she would have considered it the height of pain. But with her new perspective she could view this latest violation almost as a minor irritant. It hurt of course, but the deeper pain in her pubic bone, the remnant of her experience “riding the rail” was a more persistent ache.

Still she though this small cruelty, the constantly shifting rope always finding a slightly new way to irritate her, would be more than enough to prevent her from falling asleep. But she was wrong. Her racked and abused body drifted into unconsciousness, the rope all but forgotten, the itch of the dried semen on her neck and shoulders soon beneath notice.