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From: worthlesspainslut@hotmail.com (e. wolf)
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Subject: {ASSM} Pooh Bear Chapter 2 (M+f/nc torture brutality mutilation)
Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2002 21:10:05 -0500
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Disclaimer: this is a sick, twisted, morally bankrupt little notion
that should not under any circumstances be read by anyone under the
age of 18. Anyone who feels the slightest urge to reproduce the
actions described in this story in real life should turn off their
computer and report themselves to a psychiatrist, or, better still,
the police.

Pooh Bear Chapter 2
by e. wolf

Ah, Pooh Bear, I see you've had a good night's sleep. I trust you were
comfortable, chained spread-eagle to the wall like that. I thought it
was particularly generous of the guards to allow you to sleep with
your head up last night. Didn't that make a nice change for you?
Now, Pooh Bear, from looking at my notes it appears your training
isn't progressing as well as we had hoped it would. You're quite a
stubborn little cunt, aren't you? Very spirited. But our company does
have a reputation to protect, and it would be most unseemly if we were
to put an unbroken slut out on the open market. So I've asked Mr.
Wilkes, here, to spend a few days with you for some remedial work.
Mr. Wilkes' particular talent is pain, my dear girl. It seems you
haven't quite had enough of it to completely break your will, so for
the next few days we're really going to concentrate on making you
suffer. I thought we'd go with a nice cunt-whipping for starters.
Nothing gets a slut's attention like a bullwhip across the gash, I
always say. So, Mr. Wilkes, if you'd care to take this cunt off the
wall, we can spread her wide for her warm-up. Let's try hanging her
from the ceiling by one ankle. That'll keep her busy between lashes,
trying to get her legs closed.
Later today we'll do something about those fingernails of yours,
little Pooh Bear. That's right, I heard how you tried to scratch one
of your trainers yesterday. I was thinking of just tearing the nails
out with a pair of pliers, but that's so mundane. Mr. Wilkes was the
one who came up with the idea of grinding your fingertips off
entirely. I think up to the first knuckle should do nicely - your
future owners may still want you to have the partial use of your hands
for housework, although frankly I don't care to use my own personal
pain slaves for such menial tasks. I find some of them take entirely
too much pleasure in it. We'd hate for you to forget your place, Pooh
Bear, and start daydreaming about having a normal life again. I much
prefer my painsluts to live an entirely tortured existence, every
second in agony.
I see your tits are developing quite nicely, though. The piercings
have healed quite well. I must say it was inspired for Mr. Khan, our
Body Modification supervisor, to add the large tunnels through the
centre of each tit. It appears your body has accepted the steel tubes
quite nicely. Now, other sluts have had problems with the metal tubes,
allergies and toxic shock and so on, so we've occasionally used a hard
plastic tube for sluts we wanted to suspend by their tits. But I find
the metal has so many other possibilities; it conducts heat so much
better than the plastic, so a lighted match held to the inside of the
tube for any length of time creates a lovely searing sensation. It
practically cooks the tits from the inside. I'm sure we could do that
literally if we were a more cannibalistic lot. But for the meantime
we'll just be using those rings to hang you by those lovely big udders
of yours. Of course, if you fail your training, perhaps we'll have a
little barbecue in your honor.
Now, please, Pooh Bear, I'm just thinking aloud here. There's no need
to get all worked up. Of course, when you hyperventilate like that it
just makes me want to shove my cock right down your throat. But you
know we don't have time for that right now, you little slut. I guess
we're just going to have to punish you for being a cock-tease as well.
All right, that's lovely. I do love to see a cunt dangling like that.
It really accentuates the leg muscles. Of course, when we're finished
your first cunt-whipping we'll have to dangle you from the other leg
for a while. I'd hate to have one leg more developed than the other.
And speaking of development, that clit of yours is coming along
nicely. As I recall it was slightly undersized when we acquired your
pathetic little body. What is it now, half an inch? Very nice. It's
responding very nicely to the suction treatment. Tomorrow we'll start
your weight training. I think we'll ram a fishhook through there and
start dangling things from that little clitty. We'll see how far we
can stretch it before it starts to tear.
I know Mr. Khan is fond of ringing clits before they're weighted, but
I personally like the sound of a slut shrieking as the barbs of the
fishhook tear through that little bundle of nerves. I think we'll
start you off with an empty paint can at first, and then start
dropping pebbles into it. I always like that sound, too. The clanging
of the stone in the can, then the grunt from the slut as her clit
stretches further.
Ah, I see Mr. Wilkes is just about ready to start whipping your cunt.
First, though, let me have a look at that asshole of yours. I see
we've managed to stretch it out a little bit. Hmm, I'm not happy with
our progress there, though. No more than three of my fingers will fit
in there comfortably without lubrication. Of course, I mean
comfortably for me. Your comfort is completely beside the point. But
you know that already, don't you, Pooh Bear? So once we've got this
little warmup out of the way, perhaps we'll start by lubricating that
tight little hole with some Tobasco sauce ... or maybe just stuffing
it full of crushed ice. Then we'll have Mr. Wilkes put both fists
inside. I guarantee that's much more painful than it sounds, my dear
Pooh Bear. It'll feel like he's turning you inside out. I assure you,
I'm very much looking forward to the screams you'll give us when that
happens.
But first, I see you're already starting to thrash around at the end
of that chain. Are you that eager for your cunt whipping to begin?
Very well, then. Mr. Wilkes, are you ready?


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