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Subject: {ASSM} Crazy Jack's House CHAPTER SEVEN - Lana's Assignment  (M+/F+M+/nc, kidnap, torture, rape, mutilation.)
Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 16:10:04 -0400
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Crazy Jack's House
By e. wolf

M+/F+M+/nc, kidnap, torture, rape, mutilation. All the good stuff. Do
not read this if you're easily offended or are under the legal age of
majority for where you live.

CHAPTER SEVEN - Lana's Assignment

Lana awoke with a start to find herself in a comfortable bed, with
sheets and a pillow. For a moment she wondered if it had all been a
dream, her kidnapping and weeks of torture at the hands of a merciless
sadist. But no, as she rolled over to look at her surroundings she
realized she still ached, every last part of her body. She tried to
sit up, but could only make it halfway before she choked on what
seemed to be a large metal collar fastened around her neck. When she
tried to reach up and take it off, she realized there were similar
cuffs around her wrists and ankles.
"Ah, she's awake."
Lana felt a shiver running down her spine at the sound of the voice.
It was Crazy Jack, the sadist who'd kidnapped her and had her tortured
for ... how long? She had no idea how many days she'd lain in bed
recuperating from her ordeal. She'd secretly hoped she wouldn't
survive the beatings, gang rapes and other tortures bestowed upon her
by her ?trainer,' Shadow. But here she was, with Crazy Jack towering
over her bedside, a cruel grin on his face.
"Well, Lana, you'll be pleased to know you passed your training period
with flying colours," he said. "That makes you one of a special elite
group of painsluts."
Lana let out a whimper. Such talk could only mean that much, much more
pain was in store for her.
"Lana, we've got a special assignment for you. You've seen some of the
jobs my other pets have, and I considered you as, perhaps, a kitchen
slut or perhaps as a wall hanging for my upstairs bathroom. But I
enjoyed watching the tapes of you being tortured so much that I've
decided that the rest of your life will be spent as a torture slut. I
told you before that I've made much of my fortune designing high-tech
security equipment. Well, another part of my business includes
developing new torture equipment and techniques for various
governments. I'm very good at what I do, and now I'm giving you the
opportunity to become a part of my success story. Well -" and here he
chuckled - "when I say ?opportunity' that implies that you have a
choice in the matter. But of course, you never did have a choice. Not
from the moment you wandered onto my property. But before we move you
along to your new assignment, we just have a few more details to clean
up. I always like to ensure that I fuck all my toys before I ruin
their cunts forever, and I haven't had a chance to stick my cock in
you yet."
Lana groaned as Crazy Jack climbed on top of her. His cock was large,
but not as big as some of the ones she'd had inside her recently. So
it came as a surprise to her how much it hurt as his cock felt like it
was tearing her apart. She let out a scream and began to struggle as
though she was being fucked for the first time.
"I forgot to mention, cunt," Crazy Jack grunted as he began to thrust
into her. "While you - uh - were unconscious I - uh - had one of our
staff surgeons make some - uh - modifications to your - uh - cunt.
Tighten it up - uh - a bit."
Lana whined as Crazy Jack fucked her harder. He was in her a long time
- his stamina was incredible - and every thrust felt like the first,
stretching Lana's freshly-tightened cunt. When he finally came, more
than half an hour later, Lana was exhausted despite her long sleep.
"All right cunt," Crazy Jack said, climbing off her and tucking his
cock back into his pants. "Let's get you marked."

Crazy Jack used a key from a huge ring on his belt to unlock the
chains that held Lana in place, then gripped her hair to drag her to
her feet. Her legs were weak and atrophied and she stumbled as he
pulled her into the next room, where a huge man in a black mask waited
next to what appeared to be a small barbecue. Besides the barbecue,
the room was empty except for a wood-and-iron frame with neck, arm and
leg holes. Lana recognized it from her time in Crazy Jack's
?gymnasium' as a place where she would be held immobilized while she
was further tortured. She felt hands on her body, Crazy Jack and the
other man bending her arms and legs to fit into the frame, the heavy
beam coming down across the back of her neck to hold her head firmly
in place.
"Congratulations, slut," Crazy Jack said. "You'd be surprised at how
few of the new recruits I bring into my happy little home actually
make it to this phase. Some of them just aren't suited for the job at
all. But I think you'll make a lovely addition to our little dungeon.
Master Richard, might I see this wonderful slut's new brand for one
moment?"
The masked man pulled what appeared to be a long-handled fireplace
poker from the coals and handed it to Crazy Jack.
"We'll have to heat it up again before it's ready," the other man said
in a growling voice.
"Certainly. By all means. I just want the little cunt to see this
while she's still relatively coherent. You see, cunt, you'll probably
pass out from the pain as soon as we touch your ass with this ... that
is, if you're lucky."
At the end of the poker was a stamped piece of metal with letters and
numbers that said, in reverse: F02E-L. Lana understood what this
meant, and took no comfort in it. The ?F' stood for female, the ?02'
for the year in which Crazy Jack ?acquired' her as his slave. The ?E'
meant she was the fifth female this year to have been ?recruited' for
his household, and the ?L' was the place she'd be ?working' - Crazy
Jack's psychotic torture laboratory.
Lana started to cry again as Crazy Jack returned the poker to the
fire. The two men began to talk casually, and as they stood chatting
she realized that ?Master Richard' was really Crazy Jack's younger
brother, the only member of his family anyone had seen in town in
years.
"So this is Tom Carpenter's girl, is it?" Richard said.
"Yes. You paid him off all right?"
"Absolutely. He couldn't be happier. A house in the country and a nice
nest egg for the pair of them, and an Ivy League school for the young
lad. Actually he offered to throw in the boy, too, if we threw in
another couple of hundred thousand."
"Hmm. An interesting proposition. We'll have to think that over."
Lana shuddered with disgust and a feeling of betrayal. Her parents had
sold her to this monster! A life of pain and torture for her in
exchange for a life of luxury for them. She sobbed at the thought of
what was to come - being branded like an animal, then subjected to all
manner of experimental torture. She was crying so hard she scarcely
noticed Crazy Jack pulling the now red-hot iron from the fire and
carrying it around behind her. He lined it up carefully against her
left buttock and pressed it firmly, evenly against the flesh.
Lana screamed harder than she thought possible after so much pain. The
burning in her flesh seemed to pass through every cell and nerve
ending in her body as she hollered with pain. She wasn't lucky enough
to pass out, though. She was consumed by the pain, absolutely and
completely washed away by it. She didn't hear the laughter of the two
sadists who'd branded her, their taunts and derisive comments as they
discussed her first assignment in Crazy Jack's ?laboratory.' She was
just a mass of agony, an object from which they would wring many, many
hundreds of such screams in days and weeks and years to come.
The girl who had been Lana Carpenter was long gone. In her place was
F02E-L, set to be the subject of a cruel sadist's experiments for the
rest of her tortuous life.

The End - For Now. Perhaps we will revisit Crazy Jack in days to come,
but for now we'll leave poor Lana to his terrible torments. i hope
you've enjoyed our tour of Crazy Jack's House ... please let me know
what you've thought of the story and of any ideas you might have for
future installments or different stories.

The author welcomes questions/comments/suggestions at
worthlesspainslut@hotmail.com

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