She was a stunning girl. Proud too. Bambi, as she now preferred to be addressed, stood in Dominique's dungeon of doom without a hint of sacrificing her ever-present model's poise. Yes, she was certainly afraid –perspiration and tears trickled down her exquisite face– but she managed to stay calm, all the while maintaining her posture: head high, shoulders back, and, beyond any doubt, chest forward. Especially the latter. Now a fully developed 23 year old, she had earned her teenage nickname “Bambi Big-Boobs” on hitting puberty many years earlier. The moniker was meant to be degrading, but she felt anything was preferable to her mother's selection of “Francesca”. So Bambi Big-Boobs bore the name with pride, basking in the attention, and displaying her substantial assets with uncaring arrogance. Little did she imagine that her prodigious superstructure, her most prized possessions, would be the ticket to a hellish nightmare leading to her own agonizing demise.

At five feet eight inches, Bambi was hardly one of those petite dames unable to take care of themselves when things got tough. But her trim 120 pounds would never be able to overpower the Amazonian Dominique and her two henchwomen. Her capture, not without struggle, was evidence of this; Bambi had been quickly dispatched by a knee to her solar plexus and an iron pipe to the base of her skull. Now, after regaining consciousness, she stood helplessly in the center of Dominique's secret cellar of torment.

Even if Bambi had had the bravado and energy to attempt an escape, there would have been no chance for her. Though Dominique was nowhere to be seen, the guards were both there, and she had been carefully restrained. Her hands were tightly manacled behind her back, and her legs were stringently bound with rusty barbed wire which cut mercilessly into her tender flesh. As Bambi felt her warm blood trickle down her thighs and calves, she wished she had had the foresight to wear jeans.

Instead, she had gone bare legged, attired in her shortest denim mini and an ultra-tight, white cotton T-shirt which did nothing to conceal her charms. When matched with her knee-high, white leather boots and chain-link belt, it was indeed a striking ensemble, though not something one would want to wear to one's execution. In this seductive outfit, Bambi was anything but demure. The slut-like presentation was heightened by her shaggy, blonde mane, her carefully applied make up, and, most of all, her brazen bralessness. Bambi's enormous nipples, rock hard due to the cold air and her own terror, were clearly visible under the thin cotton shirt. Stretched unbelievably taught across her bosom, the garment threatened to burst open under the unrestrained thrust of her dark aureoles.

The flickering light of the wall-mounted torches gave the dungeon an all to authentic foreboding atmosphere, foreshadowing the unspeakable doom of those young women unfortunate enough to find themselves within its confines. The two guards, dressed only in the brief leather loincloths of true medieval torturers, stood watch over their captive, arms crossed beneath their bounteous bosoms. Justifiably proud of their tanned, muscular bodies, they were more than a little threatened by this latest adversary with the outlandish figure. They were looking forward to eliminating the competition.

“It wouldn't be so bad if she was meaty all over, but her waist can't be more than 23 inches,” muttered Tanya, the raven haired murderess. “And those legs, long and lean, no flabby thighs or anything.”

Terri, the brunette apprentice, nodded in agreement, but couldn't help commenting some more on their prey's most obvious attributes.

“She's gotta be at least a D cup, and about thirty-eight around. Look at her! Even when she's wearing a shirt you can tell she's stacked higher than us.” Bambi, overhearing snippets of the conversation, blushed slightly and felt strangely flattered. Betraying her narcissism, she instinctively sucked in her belly and gave her sexiest pout. It was a vain gesture.

“Yeah,” said Tanya with venom, “It's going to be a pleasure butchering this beauty. Knowing Dominique, this cunt's going to regret growing boobs like that; it's always best to hit a bitch where she's gonna feel it, and, man, this one's gonna feel it even worse than Miss Sex Queen over there.” Tanya pointed behind Bambi, to a dim corner of the cellar. Bambi made the mistake of turning to see what she was referring to.

Squinting into the darkness, Bambi suddenly saw the horrific sight; instantly she fell to her knees and retched. After heaving a few times, then catching her breath, she could not help but look up again. It was atrocious. Raised several feet off the floor was the unmistakable form of a naked young woman, perhaps no older than Bambi herself. At first it appeared as if she were hovering in thin air, but on closer examination it was obvious that she was supported by an upright post, about 5 inches around, and firmly driven into her cunt. She had been impaled on this monstrous spike! In the lurid red glow of the torch flames, Bambi could see that the girl's pussy had been brutally shredded by the rapacious pole which was now imbedded deep in her nubile torso.

The poor girl's nude flesh was covered with countless whip marks, the majority of which crisscrossed her firm, perfectly rounded breasts. Too make matters worse, these were hardly minor welts; the slashes were so deep that blood trickled down from most of them. Whoever was responsible for this iniquity had become so taken up with flogging the shapely victim's plump tits that her breastbone had actually been laid bare by the myriad lashes that had been inflicted. Both her nipples were missing, apparently obliterated during the barrage. As if this were not enough, it was apparent from the curious way her arms and legs dangled that all her limbs had been savagely snapped. But it was undoubtedly the rapacious post which had finally done her in. The unfortunate beauty had probably been lowered onto the phallic contrivance, then left to slide slowly downwards as more tortures were administered to her lovely body. Eventually, the odious pole must have bored through her tunnel of love, tearing asunder first her womb, then her more vital abdominal organs. At some point, her body would no longer have tolerated such abuse, and she had mercifully expired.

“Nice, huh?” chuckled the sadistic Tanya. “That slut was a centerfold three months ago, before she double crossed us. Now she'll be lucky if she gets to pose for Necrophiliac's Monthly.”

The entire spectacle was brutal beyond belief, and for Bambi, it acted as a clear indication of the horrors which were in store for her. She thought of her own exquisite flesh being torn apart in such an inhumane fashion, and instantly felt an even stronger wave of nausea cross the pit of her stomach. She began to feel dizzy, then, heaving spasmodically, she mercifully lost consciousness and fell forward onto the cold stone floor.

“I hope she's stronger than her stomach,” said Terri. “Otherwise this is going to be over all too quickly.”

2. STRIPPED FOR THE SLAUGHTER

“Don't worry, she'll last,” said an authoritative female voice from the dungeon's doorway; it was clear that Dominique had returned. Standing at the top of the stone ramp leading to the main chamber, the evil torturess was a most imposing figure. She was dressed in her work clothes: tight, black leather pants tucked into matching stiletto heeled boots, a headband which ran under her shock of inky, shoulder length hair, and a black leather vest, unzipped to reveal the extent of her tanned Amazonian bosom. Like Bambi, Dominique enjoyed reminding others that nature had been generous to her. In spite of the less than subtle advertising, it was still obvious that nature had been more generous to Bambi. Bambi would live to regret this favoritism.

Dominique walked down the ramp to where her helpmates stood over the prone body of the ill-fated Bambi. With the disdainful push of one of her high-heeled boots, Dominique rolled her luscious victim onto her back. Then, very slowly, she brought a spiked heel down onto the center of Bambi's heaving right tit, crushing it against her ribcage. With venom, Dominique spat down on the girl's lovely face. “Yeah,” she said, “this one deserves special treatment. Get her ready.”

Terri and Tanya had never seen their boss this full of hatred, but once Dominique had stepped off of Bambi's breast, they were more than happy to prepare their victim for her torturous demise. Each grabbed an arm, and dragged the still unconscious figure to a pair of manacles attached to ceiling mounted chains dangling about six feet apart. With no ado, Tanya boosted Bambi's limp body upwards while Terri clamped the steel cuffs tightly around Bambi's slender wrists. A similar pair of slightly larger manacles – these connected to chains which were anchored to metal hoops in the floor – were fastened to her ankles. Once Bambi was secured, the roof mounted chains were winched upwards and outwards, taking up the slack in the poor girl's slowly extending limbs. Just before dislocating Bambi's tautly stretched shoulders and hips, the chains were locked in place. Bambi was left strung up and spread-eagled about two feet off the floor; her voluptuous body was stretched out for all to see, wondrously displayed for the performance to come.

Dominique circled her prey, admiring Bambi's multitude of womanly charms, the very features which she was already planning to rip asunder. With what in other circumstances would be a tender gesture, she reached out with her hands and gently traced the bound beauty's many curves. Pausing at Bambi's mammoth mammaries, Dominique cupped her palms and grasped a fleshy breast in each hand. Slowly, she tightened her grip, squeezing into the soft, pliable tissue which remained hidden by only the thinnest of cotton fibers. Folds of Bambi's breasts were squeezed between Dominique's spread fingers, and indentations were formed where fingernails burrowed deep. At last, the steadily increasing pain resulting from the vice-like grip was enough to revive the unconscious victim. As if to emphasize her intentions, Dominique watched for the first signs of Bambi's coming to, then pulled back her arm and ploughed her fist into the girl's left boob. Bambi yelped in surprise as Dominique's clenched fingers sank deeply into her vulnerable flesh; though tightly bound, she was tossed violently within the restraint of her chains. Her brief sleep had ended, and the nightmare of reality continued.

“Glad you could join us again,” quipped Dominique. “I want the star of my show to be completely awake. Since this particular performance has –how shall I say it– certain erotic overtones, I also want the star to be naked. I'm sure a girl of your experience and talents won't mind playing her role in the nude, hmm?”

Terri and Tanya giggled at their boss's inspired analogy, and watched in anticipation as Dominique reached for Bambi's cleavage and seized a handful of material. She slowly pulled the shirt forward as Bambi arched her back in a vain attempt to prevent this humiliation.

“Please don't…” she whimpered, pleading for mercy for the first time since her capture. “I'll do whatever you want, anything… just don't hurt me… I beg you… “

“Slut!” screamed Dominique, and with a savage pull that sent Bambi swaying in her chains, the shirt was ripped from her torso. Terri and Tanya gasped in awe at the now completely exposed bosom of their gorgeous sacrifice. In spite of their obvious size and weight, Bambi's glands were unusually firm and high-thrust; the tight shirt was not necessary to keep things in place. Almost spherical in shape, perfectly matched, tanned, and capped by large, thrusting nipples, they were indeed an exquisite pair. Offset by Bambi's unbelievably slim, 21 inch waist, her bosom was the ultimate attention getter on what was already an attention getting body. Bambi Big-Boobs' best feature was again on display –but on this occasion, for the very last time. It was to be her final encore.

Next came the miniskirt. Using her switchblade, Dominique cut through the stiff denim in seconds, carelessly slicing into Bambi's thigh in the process. Distracted by the flash of pain, Bambi didn't realize that her transparent, pink panties had also been torn away. Not until she felt a sudden rush of cold, damp air circulate around her most tender regions did she realize she was now bottomless as well. Though naturally blonde, Bambi had a thick black bush which required careful cultivation so as not to cause embarrassment when skimpy beach fashions were worn. It did cause embarrassment here, though, since it generated several rude comments from the girls watching this degrading violation. Bambi lowered her head, and tried to ignore the lewd remarks. However, losing her pride would soon be of little concern to her; much greater worries were in store.

For an added touch of decadence, Dominique decided to leave her victim attired in her white boots. The gold, link chain around Bambi's waist was also left in place. When contrasted with her nudity, these items gave Bambi a wanton appearance which would make her demise so much more theatrical. Stripped, shamed, and spread-eagled, Bambi was finally set to be slaughtered.

3. BAMBI'S FINAL ORGASM

“I'd like you to meet your co-star in the first act,” said Dominique, passing a brightly polished pistol before Bambi's horrified gaze. The gun was small, and looked almost harmless. But Bambi knew better; Dominique had not gone to all this trouble just to scare her. She was sure the weapon would serve some dastardly purpose. Playing on her victim's unconcealed fear, Dominique pressed the pistol against Bambi's navel, then began slowly moving the barrel across the suspended female's naked flesh. Bambi shuddered as she felt the cold metal touch her sensitive abdomen, then writhed vainly in her bonds as it was lightly rubbed across the many sensuous contours of her magnificent figure. Betraying her terror, her sumptuous bosom rose and fell mightily while this excruciating prelude continued. As the dreadful display wore on, Dominique provided further horrors by describing the abominable purpose of the tiny revolver.

“So, my big-breasted bitch, you are afraid? Well, your anxiety is quite justified. You see, I have chosen this small weapon deliberately; I do not want to kill you –at least not yet– and a larger gun would probably put you out of your misery much, much too soon. This little number is only a .22 caliber, and I have tested it thoroughly on one of your predecessors: a round fired from twenty paces penetrates exactly eight centimeters into soft, feminine tissue such as yours.”

Dominique paused dramatically, moving the gun's barrel around Bambi's sinuous hips and down to the supple skin of her smooth thighs. Now breathing even more rapidly, Bambi whimpered between gasps for air. Satisfied that her words were getting the desired response, Dominique continued.

“Unfortunately for her, my test subject was not nearly as well endowed as you, and as the slugs pierced her chest, they ripped clean through her tits and killed her instantly. You will not be so lucky.”

The pistol now brushed against the tender expanse of Bambi's inner thighs. Paralyzed with fear, she hoped she would pass out. She could not.

“Unlike the last victim, you will undergo a much longer ordeal. Each of your breasts extends almost ten centimeters from your ribs and provides more than enough padding to absorb the lead from my little friend here.”

The gun was raised upwards, moving perilously close to the V between Bambi's splayed legs.

“Each shot will be an agony without respite. Each bullet will fuse with that impossibly firm flesh. The plumpness of those gorgeous globes will be ravaged over and over and over, until they are riddled with holes and spewing geysers of warm blood. Only then will I stop and decide your next punishment!”

Pointing straight up like some impatient phallus, the barrel prepared for a different form of assault. As Dominique pushed, Bambi felt the cold tip slowly cleave her vaginal lips.

“No… no… Please! Please! NO! Noooo!” she cried. Of course it was to no avail. Ignoring the pleas, Dominique spat out in anger.

“Now, you giant-jugged whore, fuck your tormentor!”

With a violent thrust, Dominique forced the barrel into Bambi's cunt. The trussed-up beauty yelped in anguish, and her eyes went wide with dread. Then, as Dominique began spiraling the intruding object deeper into Bambi's pussy, the young female could not help but respond to the familiar sensation. Though no less terrified, Bambi moaned and writhed in answer to the humiliating violation. Terri and Tanya watched slack-jawed as their leader controlled and tyrannized this helpless wench, bouncing her to and fro like a rag puppet. Bambi's muscles strained visibly as she tried to restrain her involuntary excitement, but it was of no use. As her big tits jounced and jiggled in a perverse dance of outrage, Bambi climaxed in spite of herself, tensing momentarily in her chains, then, after a most sensual sigh, slumping limply against them. Her nude, deeply tanned body was bathed in sweat, and her head lolled wanly from side to side. It was to be her last orgasm.

With a lewd, slurping sound, Dominique removed the pistol from Bambi's dripping hole, and put the wet muzzle between her own luscious lips. Smiling all the while, she licked her victim's fresh juices from the metal and swallowed. Having seen this animalistic display through half closed eyes, Bambi moaned in shame and disbelief. Her three sadistic foes laughed aloud in reply.

“Now that the wanton sorceress has paid for her fare,” said Dominique, “It is time that she begins her journey to oblivion.”

4. BAMBI'S TORMENTED TITS

Revolver clasped firmly in her right hand, Dominique walked precisely twenty paces from the enchained, spread-eagled blonde. Turning suddenly, she faced her nubile target, and lifted the gun high. Simultaneously, her left hand reached into her tight leather pants, coming to rest over her crotch. This was Dominique's shooting stance, necessary so she could finger herself as she tortured her lovely captive. Dominique was not secretive about gaining sexual gratification from the pain and suffering of other females, especially ones as splendorous as Bambi. In fact, this was her favorite pastime. Not wanting to miss a bit of the performance, Terri and Tanya moved as close as safety permitted to watch Bambi's impending ordeal.

The voluptuous target, still reeling in disbelief, stared saucer-eyed at the weapon being aimed at her massive, exposed breasts. Dominique took a deep breath, steadied her hand, and then pulled the trigger.

The shot was dead-on. In a flash, Bambi's left nipple disintegrated as the bullet ripped into the center of her tit. The force of the impact knocked the poor girl backwards with such violence that the shackles around her wrists and ankles cut into her flesh. For a moment, the young victim just swayed in her bonds, then, on realizing the horror that had occurred, she screamed as she had never screamed before. Blood squirted from the tip of her boob and formed crimson rivulets as it meandered down her torso. The pain was sudden and intense; it felt as if molten lead had been injected directly into the center of her gland. As Dominique had foreseen, the projectile was unable to reach Bambi's vital organs, and seemed content to lodge itself within the plumpness of the girl's ample bosom. The vicious hole it had created in the firm flesh was not fatal, but, as intended by the sharpshooting torturess, was able to cause an incredible amount of agony. Still screaming, Bambi writhed and twisted as much as her restraints would allow. Terri and Tanya, impressed by their leader's accuracy, gave a polite round of applause.

“Please… Nooooo!!! No more!” shrieked the suspended captive, “I'll do anything you want… Anything! Please stop… Pl… “

Bang!

A second perfect shot pierced the other breast. This time Bambi's right nipple was split asunder. Another fountain of blood spurted forth, and the anguished female's cries became louder still. Dominique was delighted. Seeing the young beauty struggle while blood poured from the holes in her nipples visibly excited the gun-slinging torturess. She rubbed her cunt harder and moaned throatily as she again tightened her finger on the trigger. Another shot rang out and another red geyser exploded from Bambi's ravaged flesh. The poor girl's pain was now so intense and excruciating that she could barely catch her breath between her continuous, earsplitting wails of torment. Yet there was no respite. Dominique had hit her stride, and while slowly swaying to her sadistic, sexual rhythms, she squeezed off three more rounds before pausing to reload.

With three 22 caliber perforations in each of her bulging breasts, Bambi realized how her over-endowed bosom was being used against her. Her lovely knockers made such large, inviting targets that they were almost impossible to miss. Even worse, they willingly absorbed the pernicious projectiles without providing the comparatively desirable side-effect of death. In her delirious state, Bambi realized that her once cherished mammaries now acted only as emissaries of pain. She would even consent to having them ripped from her body if it would lessen her agony. Of course, this was too much to hope for; consumed in paroxysms of anguish, the gorgeous captive desired only that her cruel tormentor would end this exhibition by killing her. Bambi Big-Boobs begged to be snuffed.

“Please… ki… kill m… kill me…” she sobbed piteously.

Dominique could only laugh as she snapped the reloaded chamber into position.

“Yes, later. Much later. But first, bitch, try some more of this…”

Bang!

The screams began anew as still more blood cascaded from the brutalized nude's chest. Her struggles continued, rattling the chains, and causing her mutilated boobs to bounce and quiver like balloons filled with firm Jell-O. To Dominique, this lewd bobbing of her targets added a hint of challenge to her task, but given the expanse of all that feminine flesh, it was still unlikely that she would shoot wide. In fact, seeing the ever expanding puddle forming directly below the suspended beauty, Dominique was more worried that her prisoner would die from loss of blood. But not too worried…

Bang!

“Aaaiiieeeghaaa!!!”

Bang!

“Aaaargh!!!”

Bang!

“Oooooaaaagh!!!”

By this time, even Terri and Tanya could not help becoming stimulated. Watching their leader achieve multiple orgasms while repeatedly plugging this ravishing wench was enough to get them going on their own. As Bambi descended further and further into her bottomless abyss of torment, the two vixens watching her slow demise began fondling their own near-naked bodies.

The dungeon had become a chamber of raw obscenity; as a stunningly beautiful woman, trussed up and naked, writhed in the throes of indescribable pain, her constant screams harmonized with the sexually inspired moans of the three statuesque Amazons who delighted in this ultimate barbarism. The nightmare continued for nearly a half hour, before Dominique finally ran out of bullets.

Bambi, delirious and in shock, was almost unaware of the respite. About half way through her ordeal, she had become too weak to struggle against Dominique's onslaught, and had collapsed in her bonds, convulsing involuntarily as each slug burst into her bovine bosom. Her screams had slowly faded to a constant, agonized moaning which continued even after the shooting had ceased. Head slumped forward, she hung limply from her chains, quivering from the boundless pain which coursed through her tattered nerves. As much as she willed herself to lose consciousness, her mind stubbornly refused to blank out the horror of reality. Consequently, every second seemed an eternity of torment.

To Bambi, her breasts now felt unusually heavy because of the extra weight of 24 bullets lodged in each one. Not a single round had gone wide, and after emptying the chamber eight times, Dominique had performed considerable damage. Both of Bambi's boobs were completely covered with blood, as was much of the rest of her torso. Glistening red streams cascaded from her sternum, across her belly, and down her naked thighs. Her dark pubic hair had become matted with blood which steadily dripped between her widespread legs. Even more poured directly from her thrusting tits, splashing down into the vast pool of claret on the flagstones beneath her. Each time she stirred, even slightly, dozens of wounds in her mutilated boobs made sick, wet, sucking noises, and oozed forth a new surge of gore. Bambi did all she could to hold still.

Dominique reveled in the agony of her lovely victim. Sexually exhausted from her orgiastic shooting spree, she now walked up to admire her handiwork. From a shelf she picked up a small but heavy bag which she brought with her. Too engrossed with their lovemaking to notice their boss, Terri and Tanya writhed in each other's arms, rolling to and fro across the cold floor. They had ripped off their brief loincloths and, unfettered by any clothing, gloried in the remarkable femininity of their nubile bodies. Dominique was unconcerned with their rapture; she had her own peculiar brand of titillation suspended vulnerably before her.

Sighing in ecstasy, Dominique rubbed her hands across Bambi's blood soaked flesh, letting the warm fluid ooze between her fingers and flow across her arms. As the brutalized girl whimpered, Dominique slowly slid her palms up Bambi's smooth abdomen, then cupped them around her wounded globes as she had done earlier. Bambi began trembling in fear, realizing what would come next. She raised her head slightly, staring down into her captor's eyes.

“Noooo… why? Why m…must you do this?” she pleaded feebly.

Dominique did not respond, at least not verbally. She simply began tightening her grip on the hapless female's ruined mammaries. Instantly, Bambi yelped in pain and once again struggled in her chains. Crimson fountains spurted from her breasts and splashed onto Dominique, who, panting with bloodlust, shed her leather outfit so she could feel Bambi's hot blood slop onto her own naked skin. Consumed with her passion for cruelty, Dominique wrapped her body around that of her victim, pressing her flesh against the crimson moistness. Bambi gasped at this obscene display, but could not escape the humiliation. At the height of her savagery, Dominique reached into the bag she had carried over, and, laughing hysterically, raised up two handfuls of salt.

“And now, you slimy-breasted slut, you shall feel real torture!”

With these words, Dominique pummeled the salt against Bambi's brutalized boobs and began roughly rubbing the crystals deep into the wounds of her tender flesh. Bambi's eyes flared wider than ever before and her mouth gaped as she filled her lungs. On exhaling, she howled so loudly, that Terri and Tanya jumped up with fright, startled in mid-orgasm. Bambi's wail of agony continued unabated, resounding through the dungeon and nearly deafening those present. She bucked like an animal against her bonds, completely overcome by her indescribable suffering. Below her, Dominique stood nude and covered in blood, calmly pressing more and more salt into the poor girl's tits. At last it had become too much for the young beauty to bare; she spasmed violently, tensed her muscles, then went completely slack. For a moment, the trio of sadists thought they had been cheated out of further entertainment. But then, much to their relief, they noticed that her blood soaked bosom rose and fell in the steady rhythms of unconsciousness. Unfortunately for Bambi, she had not yet died.

5. GUILLOTINED TITS

Not wanting to give her victim too much of a respite, Dominique immediately began preparations for the girl's next ordeal. Sexually sated for the time being, she put on her leather garb and ordered her assistants to move their luckless captive.

“Unchain her. Let's get the cunt down so we can use the guillotine on her!”

Both Terri and Tanya smiled on hearing this last bit of news. Guillotining was one of their favorite tortures, and they were pleased that it would be used on this bosomy bitch. Of course, as could be expected, Dominique's version of the age-old form of execution was not nearly as swift or painless as the original. In fact, it was not even lethal in all cases. However, it was incredibly cruel, and specifically designed for voluptuous young females.

Like the more common variety, Dominique's guillotine had a massive, razor sharp blade, capable of slicing through wooden beams. Yet, where the traditional contrivance had a single holed clamp in which the victim's neck was locked in place, Dominique's design had two openings, side by side. Rather than brace the girl's neck, the clamp was used to hold fast her boobs. When the blade fell, the unfortunate female whose globes were in the guillotine's jaws, would receive a very unpleasant double mastectomy.

With no ado, Terri and Tanya unshackled the limp, bleeding body of their captive, and dragged it to the evil apparatus. Bambi's wrists were tightly manacled behind her back, and her body was placed in a kneeling position on the guillotine's platform.

“Stop!” commanded Dominique. “I want the wench to know what's happening to her, so let me wake her up first.”

Grabbing the girl by her blonde tresses, Dominique pulled back her head and began slapping her cheeks. When this failed to work, she rammed her knee into Bambi's midsection, causing her to double forward and gasp for breath. The technique was effective, and Bambi, moaning piteously, was again aware of the barbaric tortures being inflicted on her. As the guillotine's tit clamp was opened, she again screamed in torment, instantly comprehending the sinister purpose of the apparatus on which she knelt. Struggling wanly, she was forced forward so that her bountiful, mutilated bosom rested on the semicircular indentations in the lower half of the clamp. As the upper portion was brought down, it became clear that the woman who had modeled her breasts for the instrument's creator could not have matched Bambi's impressive chest measurements. Nonetheless, at the expense of some discomfort, female breast flesh can be quite malleable, and with more than a little squeezing and pinching, Bambi's mammaries were clamped into position. Shortly thereafter, the trapped spheres turned a sickly purple since the undersized openings restricted circulation of blood. Tightly ensnared in the unforgiving vice, both of Bambi's already ruined boobs seemed to swell to twice their original size. The globes were rock hard because of the pressure at their base, and the multitude of wounds which covered them spurted Bambi's lifeblood in torrents.

In vain, the long-suffering beauty tried to pull her distended tits free of their bonds. The more she drew back, the more she stretched the firmly seized flesh, and the greater was her anguish. It was hopeless, and she tried to console herself with the thought that, were she to live, her destroyed glands would have had to be amputated anyway. However, this was little comfort when she considered the unimaginable amount of pain which was in store for her. Once more, her substantial chest measurements were being used against her. Given the size of her breasts, Bambi would have preferred they cut off her arms instead.

To complete this barbaric form of torment, Dominique had one last refinement to add to the scenario. Being a sporting woman, she decided to give her unfortunate victim a slim chance to save her breasts. In fact, if she were to have them lopped off, it would be Bambi herself who would let the blade drop. The pretty blonde would be made to hold the twine which kept the blade aloft!

Naturally, there was a catch. The free end of the twine was fastened to a cylindrical wooden rod about eight inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. This object would be thrust into Bambi's twat, where it would remain as long as the girl could keep her vaginal muscles sufficiently contracted to hold it in place. If Bambi's grip on the dowel were to loosen too much, it would slide out of her cunt and the blade would drop. Of course, to prevent her from keeping the dildo inside by squeezing her thighs together, the girl's ankles were bound to the guillotine's base so her crotch was spread as wide as possible. When all was set, Dominique explained the rules to her horrified prey.

“The longest time any girl has managed to keep the blade suspended has been 12 minutes, and that young slut was a virgin. You see, a very tight pussy can have benefits beyond the obvious. Anyway, I will give you something to aim for. If you are able to preserve your tits for a quarter hour, I will free you from this contraption, and kill you quickly with a bullet to the brain. Isn't that a worthy reward?”

Bambi nodded eagerly. Such a speedy death seemed like the ultimate luxury, given her present circumstances. She looked forward to ending her ordeal.

“Now, let the show continue. In the second act, the gorgeous young heroine, still nude and in bondage, endures a humiliating punishment in keeping with her wanton way of life.”

Terri pulled up the blade until it had reached the top of the eight foot high column, then roughly pushed the wooden handle deep into Bambi's vagina. It felt unnatural at first, especially while kneeling and with her arms fastened behind her, but Bambi was able to tighten her pubic muscles sufficiently to keep the dowel in place. Now all she had to do was keep it there for fifteen minutes.

At first, her task seemed surprisingly easy. The rod was firmly imbedded in her cunt and showed no signs of slipping out. Bambi felt confident she could meet Dominique's challenge, and concentrated on trying to enjoy the mildly pleasurable sensations brought on by the object buried inside her. But then the natural responses of her body betrayed her. The reflexive, uncontrollable moistening of her pussy lubricated the dowel's surface, and like a well-oiled piston, it began sliding in its sheath. Feeling the motion, Bambi squeezed her cunt muscles together as if she were trying to bring a lover to climax. This slowed the rod's progress, but was not enough to keep it steady. After five minutes, almost two inches of the phallic intruder had emerged from the blonde beauty's dripping muff.

Bambi moaned in anguish. Her tightly clamped, pendulous breasts had turned an even darker shade of purple as more and more of her fluids became trapped in the tortured appendages. Nonetheless, a good deal of blood was escaping from the many bullet holes in the young victim's flesh. Whenever Bambi involuntarily pulled back or shifted her body, the resulting strain on her mangled boobs split open any clotting wounds, and even more crimson liquid cascaded onto the guillotine's surface. The poor girl's pain grew and grew, and her torment rose ever higher.

After ten minutes, things looked bleaker still. Four inches of the wooden dowel had escaped from Bambi's cunt, and the steady pull of the weighty blade was causing the rod to draw upwards, making it even more difficult for the captive female to keep it inside her. She constricted her pubic region with all her might, her features twisting to reflect her exertion. Perspiration streamed across her body, making her smooth skin glisten sensuously in the amber glow of the torches. As Dominique and her voyeuristic helpmates watched the spectacle of this exquisite, nude female struggling to save her lovely tits, they again felt the onset of their peculiar brand of sexual excitement. Mouths agape, not wanting to miss a moment of this obscene display, the trio began to finger their clits anew. Soon their lustful groans blended with the agonized whimpers of their long suffering victim.

Less than two minutes before the quarter hour deadline, Bambi was just barely holding on. Somehow, she had managed to wedge the wooden rod against her vaginal lips just before it completely slipped from her pussy. By arching her back as much as her ensnared bosom would allow, she had contorted herself into a position which kept the dowel stabilized. Unfortunately, this twisted posture was not only humiliatingly suggestive, but also unendurably painful. As the seconds ticked by, she fought to maintain her composure, realizing that even the slightest motion could dislodge the dildo and drop the blade. Her breathing was slow and deep, and her tightly shut eyes, grimacing mouth, and perspiration matted tresses gave her face an almost orgasmic expression. Combined with the wet dowel protruding from her crotch, Bambi's lewd appearance provided her three sadistic tormentors with yet another climactic adventure.

As her orgasm subsided, Dominique realized that Bambi would probably keep the guillotine blade aloft past the 15 minute limit. This angered her, for she had not suspected that this cavern cunted slut would be able to pull it off. Aware that her trial was almost over, Bambi opened her clenched eyes to give Dominique her most tearful, pleading look. Dominique returned a bemused smile. Thinking mercy was at hand, the beautiful captive looked forward to her reward, a speedy, painless demise. But to Bambi's horror, the promised time limit came and went with no action from Dominique or her masturbating assistants. Bambi's boobs were not freed from the guillotine, nor was the rod removed from her pussy. Dominique just chuckled, and let the pulchritudinous victim's torment continue unabated.

“Please… have mercy!” Bambi pleaded in desperation, “You agreed to let me die quickly. Please… I beg you… I've done what you wanted. Let me go. Let me go!”

“So you, in your position, would trust me? I knew blondes with big tits were morons, but you're even stupider than I thought. You deserve everything that's coming to you, bitch.”

“But… I… Aaaaa… Aaaaaiiii… Oooohhh…”

As she spoke, the rod twitched slightly, and perched momentarily at the very edge of Bambi's slit. In a final, vain attempt to keep the wooden phallus in her grasp, she squeezed her cunt lips around its rim, keeping it trapped for an extra four or five seconds. Then, with a violent snap, the dowel broke free of its feminine quiver, letting the heavy guillotine blade slide down its rails with an ear splitting screech.

The blade's razor sharp edge sliced through Bambi's wondrous breast flesh like knife through butter. Instantly, her two luscious globes dropped to the floor like a pair of overripe gourds. With a scream of intolerable anguish, Bambi fell backwards, her chest spewing blood and gore in all directions. Her sternum was a ravaged mess, two hideous, bloody craters replacing what had only moments before been magnificent evidence of her abundant femininity. Now, the amputated bulbs lay destroyed and useless in a ruby red puddle beside her mutilated body.

Blood welling up in her throat, and gasping for breath, the brutalized beauty flopped about like a freshly caught trout thrown on hot pavement. With her wrists still tightly bound behind her back, she could not even clasp her hands over the gaping wounds which now replaced her once formidable bosom. As a result, blood streamed upwards in grotesque fountains which splashed every corner of the dungeon as well as its three completely engrossed occupants. It was a nightmare come true, the most barbaric torture any woman had ever endured. And still her tormentors would not let her die!

6. BAMBI SUCCUMBS IN AGONY

“Quick!” Dominique shouted at her naked, gaping assistants, “We must cauterize the slut's wounds before she bleeds to death.”

Terri grabbed one of the torches from the walls and brought it to the convulsing, blonde victim. “May I?” she inquired, giving her boss a hopeful glance.

Dominique smiled, then nodded her permission. With sadistic glee, the apprentice torturess pressed the flaming tip of the implement directly against the gory, shredded pulp that replaced Bambi's succulent left breast. An abominable sizzle filled the air as the girl's butchered bosom was roasted by the fire. Bambi shrieked like a wild animal, writhing spasmodically in vain efforts to evade the heat. Showing no trace of pity, Terri held the torch against the lovely captive's chest for over half a minute before lifting it and shoving it into the gruesome wound where her other tit had been. Once more, the three sadists reveled to the sounds of roasting flesh and female cries of anguish. In spite of the incredible pain which coursed through her ravaged body, Bambi was unable to pass out. She remained aware of all the savagery being inflicted on her, incapable of blocking the sublime agonies assaulting her nervous system.

At last, Terri removed the still burning torch from Bambi's flesh, pulling away gelatinous globs of melted tissue in the process. The dungeon reeked of burned human flesh. No longer bleeding, Bambi's chest was now transformed into a blackened mass of blistered, cooked meat. Her lusty screams slowly shifted to intermittent gasps and gurgles as blood welled up in her throat, and her struggles diminished somewhat as her body grew weaker. Like a pinned worm, she still wriggled sensuously –much to the delight of her tormentors– but it became obvious to Dominique that the young female would not be able to undergo such treatment for much longer. She had already been drained of a great deal of blood, and she had endured more punishment than most women could stand.

Nonetheless, Dominique's bloodlust was not easily sated. Grabbing the flaming torch from her assistant, she held it before the saucer-wide eyes of her victim.

“I've been told,” Dominique began “that full breasted girls really enjoy a hot fuck. You've already proved that for us. Now let's see if it's true for titless sluts as well.”

Bambi arched her body in a futile effort to move away, but she could not escape the woman's next barbaric deed. Clutching the torch in both hands, Dominique brutally thrust the burning end into Bambi's exposed cunt. Burying the phallic implement as deep as she could, she viciously seared the girl's inviting tunnel of love. In a brief, excruciatingly painful instant, Bambi's sexual organs were permanently fried to a crisp. Once again, she bellowed a distressed scream and, with the torch handle protruding obscenely from her impaled twat, she renewed her anguished paroxysms. As Bambi struggled on the rough flagstones, Dominique prepared for her grand finale. Planting a boot firmly on the girl's belly, she looked down at the gasping female's naked and mangled body.

“You have performed well, my beautiful whore. The presentation was quite invigorating. I might add that we should give credit to the show's unsung extras, the two fleshy tits that so valiantly gave their lives to make the performance all the more realistic. I'm sure their passing will be lamented by many young males, perhaps even some women, hmm? But now we must conclude our little play. In that it is a tragedy, the heroine is rewarded by succumbing in the final scene. Are you looking forward to that?”

Bambi moaned. She was no longer strong enough to flop about, so she lay still, panting for breath and awaiting what she hoped would be a quick, painless death blow. She lusted for a butcher knife in her gut, or a shotgun blast to the head. Of course, Dominique would never consider such prosaic approaches; the girl's demise called for a much more enthralling exhibition.

“In order to claim your prize,” explained Dominique, “you must please me, in the manner I enjoy most: sexual stimulation.”

Again, Dominique peeled off her leather garments, first the vest, then the tight fitting pants, exposing her succulent body to her disfigured prey. Knowing their mistress's desires well, Tanya and Terri grabbed the terrified victim by her bound arms and pulled her to her knees. She was dragged forward so that she was kneeling directly before Dominique, now attired in only her boots and headband. Bambi's face was directly in front of Dominique's moist cunt.

“I want you to suck me into ecstasy! I want you to make me come until I am too weak to move.”

Bambi teetered unsteadily, still reeling from the unspeakable pain of being repeatedly burned by the flaming torch. She stared blankly at the woman's dark bush, and wondered how much more would be in store for her. She no longer cared how perverse or humiliating her persecution would be, only that the ordeal would end as soon as possible. If it was expected that she lick her assassin's cunt, then so be it. After all, this trio of savages had already sexually destroyed her, ripping asunder the most alluring indicators of her body's once abundant femininity. Surely they could not commit any atrocities more horrific than those she had already endured. But then she saw what else they had planned for her, and she was engulfed by a whole new wave of terror.

Bambi shuddered as she saw Tanya approach carrying a twelve foot coil of extremely thin, but durable wire. Both ends of its length were solidly anchored to wooden handles. In a quick, practiced motion, the busty accomplice looped the wire around Bambi's torso so that it formed a rudimentary noose which encircled her slender waist about three inches below the navel. With her hands still manacled behind her ass, the naked captive could only shake her head wanly to protest this latest violation of her already mutilated body. She immediately understood the diabolical purpose of this deceptively simple arrangement: as she pleasured the seemingly insatiable Dominique, the two acolytes would pull on the handles, drawing the wire tight, and compressing the loop around her midriff. With enough pressure, she would be slowly squeezed to death. Just the thought of this fiendish plan made her quiver with dread.

“Nnnnoooooo…” she gasped weakly, choking on the blood which still welled up in her throat. She gave Dominique her most pitiful look of wide-eyed, innocent, sensuality, hoping that her evil oppressor would show some trace of compassion. Unfortunately, the poor victim's efforts were in vain; Dominique was not a woman to indulge in kindhearted gestures. Instead of the reprieve for which she begged, Bambi was treated to a cold-blooded laugh from her three tormentors. Dominique nodded at her helpmates, and the two Amazons responded by pulling on the handles and tensing the wire. Bambi instantly felt a stab of pain as the loop began to close around her vulnerable abdomen.

“Uuuugghhhhnnn…” she groaned gutturally, responding to the tautness of the infernal snare. The sudden pressure caused her spine to straighten reflexively, drawing up her body so that her mouth was a scant inch from Dominique's inviting pudenda. Dominique grabbed Bambi's blonde tresses in both hands and stepped forward, pressing her dark-haired cunt against the young girl's face. Bambi's body arched obscenely, bent backwards by Dominique's relentless approach. Only the wire around her svelte waist prevented her contorted physique from keeling over completely.

“Comfortable, bitch?” queried Dominique sarcastically. “Then get to work. I want an orgasm that will make my blood boil; I want you to milk every ounce of sexual energy through my slit and blow it back into me with ten times its strength. If you please me, you will die in the loving embrace of the noose. But if you should fail to satisfy me, your demise will be unimaginably more abhorrent. Do you understand?”

Bambi could hardly believe her ears. There were even worse horrors in store for her if she were uncooperative. Despite its odious purpose, the wire lariat was her best chance to escape her ordeal. She decided to succumb to Dominique's wanton desires.

Not having had a previous opportunity to sexually gratify a female, Bambi began her carnal endeavors with hesitation. However, her uncertainty soon disappeared when she felt the wire loop dig even deeper into the pliant flesh of her lower belly. Almost involuntarily, her tongue shot forward, thrusting into the wet cavern of Dominique's twat. Bambi's full, luscious lips caressed the woman's external sex flesh, while simultaneously she delved ever deeper into her adversary's love tunnel. Bambi's efforts did not go unnoticed. Dominique's body quivered slightly, stiffened, then began swaying rhythmically in time with the stimulating movements of her victim's tongue.

Becoming more daring, Bambi focused her attention on the woman's throbbing, ever-expanding clit. After toying with it briefly, she sucked the slimy appendage between her lips, then ever so gently, clamped it between her front teeth. Instantly, Dominique thrust her hips forward and let out a bestial, orgasmic yelp. In return, Bambi was subjected to a further constriction of the loop around her abdomen. Inexorably, the wire sliced further and further into her tender, ravaged body, compressing her waist like an unyielding, lethal corset. The agony of this relentless torture caused the luckless beauty to clamp her teeth together with greater force, mashing Dominique's clit in the process.

Feeling the sublime pressure against her blood-engorged organ, Dominique came to a powerful, overwhelming orgasm. Her body bucked with uncontrollable passion, and she howled like a she-wolf in heat. As this flagrant, carnal display continued, Terri and Tanya blithely proceeded with their enjoyable task. They pulled on the handles, drawing the wire unbelievably tight around Bambi's belly. The constant compression had caused her hourglass figure to become exaggerated to preposterous extremes, constricting her waist to a mere fifteen inches around. Her internal organs had been painfully crushed together, and the resulting force was so strong that the torch which was still imbedded in her cunt, was being squeezed out of her vagina, inch by inch. As the two henchwomen continued to draw back, Bambi's squashed midsection could no longer resist the unrelenting force of the wire. Since it was much too strong to snap, the noose began breaking through Bambi's tanned flesh, slicing effortlessly through the soft tissue of the girl's abdomen.

In horror, Bambi felt her warm blood begin to seep from her torn midsection. Her alarm increased to even greater heights when she suddenly realized that she would not be crushed to death after all; she would be cut in two! She let out a deafening scream, but it was quickly suppressed as Dominique thrust her dripping muff into Bambi's mouth. Annoyed by the doomed girl's flagging sexual attentions, Dominique began repeatedly plunging her crotch between her captive's parted lips.

“Fuck me, you whore! I want to come again! Don't stop! DON'T STOP!! “

Bambi had little choice. Her anguished struggles were more than enough to provide Dominique with the stimulation she craved. As the unstoppable wire gouged into her lovely body, Bambi's mouth opened and closed reflexively, creating a vigorous pumping and squeezing action which sent the sexually ravenous vixen to even greater heights of ecstasy. As the carnal nightmare approached its climax, Dominique's sexual juices began flowing liberally across Bambi's fear stricken face, and Bambi's life's blood poured in even greater quantities onto the dungeon floor. The young victim emitted ghastly gargling noises which blended with Dominique's orgasmic squeals to create a hellish symphony of sadomasochistic overindulgence. As her tormentor writhed in the throes of yet another prodigious orgasm, Bambi felt a sudden coolness in her belly. With nothing but her spongy-soft innards to slow its path, the ever-tightening noose began its final onslaught, tearing through Bambi's vitals as if they were pudding.

Miraculously remaining alive until the last possible instant, Bambi experienced the indescribable pain of the loop snapping straight through her midsection and encircling the cartilage of her spine. Here, the wire stopped briefly, before a quick yank from Terri and Tanya caused it to cut between two of Bambi's vertebrae. Since the loop had closed completely, the hapless female's lush body had been neatly sliced apart at the waist. With a sudden whoosh, Bambi's last breath was squeezed from her lungs, and the two halves of her gruesomely bisected corpse dropped to the flagstones like bags of flour. The dead female's blood sprayed in all directions, completely covering the three nude savages who had orchestrated her brutal destruction. With unrestrained sadism, the trio fell onto each other and began writhing in sexual ecstasy amidst the dismembered pieces of flesh and gore which had once been a voluptuous and ravishing female blessed with the most abundant physical attributes of her sex. As made apparent by the grotesque, execrable scene in the dungeon of doom, Dominique had all too successfully accomplished her goal. Bambi Big-Boobs had not only perished in unbelievable agony, she had succumbed so barbarically that her stunning, buxom body was reduced to shredded chunks of raw meat whose final, ignoble purpose would be to feed Dominique's voracious killer dogs.