Codes: m/F, torture, piercing, rape
** WARNING **  ADULTS ONLY!
DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
THIS IS ADULT MATERIAL MEANT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY
THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE THE USE OF FORCE IN ANY FORM.
CHARACTERS PROTRAYED IN THE STORIES CREATED BY THE AUTHOR ARE FICTIONAL AND ANY RESEMBLENCE TO ACTUAL PERSON(S), REAL OR
FICTIOUS,  IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.  THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH UNDERAGE PERSONS.  THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE UNPROTECTED SEXUAL INTERCOURSE SITUATIONS.
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Breakdown Rape
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	Mrs. Sara Ann Bergman wasn’t even sure where she was at.  At roadside sign had intrigued her when she saw it.  The sign had read ‘Rare and unusual antiques.  See us at Gothic
Gallery just five miles east.’

	Of course it didn’t say which way was east and there were no highway signs to find it.  It pleased her that she found the place and it pleased her even more when she discovered the place was everything she thought it would be.  It was hidden from the main road, mysterious, and the nick-nacks that the place sold made her fall in love with the isles of obviously handcrafted workmanship.  The owner, a pudgy man by the name of Greely, gave her the eye, but she was used to that.  Most of the men out in this part of the country often gave females more attention than they deserved.  She knew she probably shouldn’t have worn the skirt and blouse outfit, mostly because of the provocative cut of the blouse, but she had felt an air of risk this morning and had explored it by wearing clothing she normally wouldn’t have wore.  The tan skirt hugged her hips and made her fanny cheeks obvious beneath the fabric and the hem line of the skirt was just at her knees.  Her blouse was on off white, almost a tan, which had five buttons on it, the top button of which was about four inches from her neck.  The blouse had wide lapels to it and even though it was fully buttoned it was obvious that she was well endowed.  The buttons actually appeared to be straining in the button holes, but she was used to tight fitting blouses because of her low slung, but rather large breasts.  Sara knew from previous experience that a dress, like the one she had in her suitcase, would appear to be a lot shorter than it actually was because of her triple ‘D’ cup boobs and there were many times that she envied the smaller breasted women.  She’d had an opportunity to have a breast reduction one time but she had decided against it.

The pudgy owner in the dirty apron was polite enough, answering all of her questions, even though she caught him looking at her exposed cleavage a couple of times.  It used to bother Sara how these men would look at her cleavage; but then she knew now she was the one allowing the exposure to take place.  She chose to ignore the looks and felt justified when he would leave her alone to wander the isles.  Greely sought her out after she’d been there for some time in one of the more shadowy aisle’s and told her that he was leaving early today.  If she wanted she could come back tomorrow.  
“I’d like that,” she had stated to him then said, “I’m just visiting in the area though.  Could you tell me if there is a hotel or motel nearby?”

“Honey, there ain’t a motel in miles of this place.  Tell you what though, I got a map up front that might give us both directions to a place you might find.  It’ll be miles away though, near the interstate.”

“No problem,” she replied, “let’s have a look at the map.”

	She followed him to the front of the store.  While the old guy was searching for the map a couple of punks strolled in; her instinctive protective sense had kicked in and she was old enough to realize that when “that” feeling hit her she’d better have her guard up.  
One of the punks whistled, a cat call, and at first Sara thought he was looking over the crystal he had in his hand.  As she continued to follow his glance she saw he was looking beyond the crystal to her cleavage!  Even though Mister Greely had done pretty much the same thing, when this punk of a kid did it she got angry.  The two of them couldn’t have been more than nineteen each.  A scruffy looking fellow followed the first kid and both young men radiated a kind of menacing attitude that at first intimidated her but as time wore on made the older woman feel anger instead of fear.  Her blush, was evidently misread by the taller, lankier of the two and he openly stared at her breasts, his eyes gliding up and down her body as if she were some of the merchandise that was on sale here and it was very clear to Sara what he was thinking.  She almost felt as if he were undressing her with his eyes, but she knew his thoughts were much more evil than just the thought of what she’d look like without clothing.  
	Greely leaned forward and whispered,
“You want to avoid those two, honey.  They’re the meanest two in the whole county!”

“Who are they?” she whispered back.

“They been around for about two months.  Old man Shank’s kids I think, or maybe cousins of his from up north.  Some problems with drugs and the law from what I hear.  Trouble though, with a capitol ‘T’.”

	She turned her back to them as Greely was showing her a possible route she could take to a more populated part of the country.  Neither Greely, or herself noticed the approach of one of the young men, the shorter hot eyed one that did indeed look the meanest.  As Sara was trying to follow the directions Greerly was giving her she felt a hand move across the tightness of her skirt covering her bottom!

“Nice tight ass too!” said the shorter of the two.

	She whirled around her left hand open not knowing what she would come into contact with but too angry to care hoping the slap would put the arrogant punk in line.  Instead of being mad he grinned and stepped aside as her slapping hand hit only air and she almost lost her balance.  She recovered quickly as the other punk shook his head and slowly walked out of the store.  Sara wasn’t about to turn her back on the punk that had copped a free feel of her buttocks.  She stepped back against the counter and as the youth approached with a leer on his face and his hand open with the obvious intent of copping a feel of her breast she brought up her heel and then slammed it down on his booted foot.  He yelled and hobbled on one leg as she kicked him between the legs; feeling with some satisfaction as her foot hit his unprotected groin.

“You dirty filthy fucking bitch!” he screamed as he fell.

“If I were you, honey, I’d get!” said Greely.

“Yes, yes I think that would be a good idea.”

	She hurried from the store passing the kid who had left as he was rushing in to the screeches of his friend and got into her car.  She started the car and left a trail of dust as she accelerated out of the parking lot and onto the dirt road.  She drove frantically for a good five minutes then spotted a paved road turning to the right quickly onto the paved road; not knowing where it went and not caring.  She quickly accelerated her car until she approached seventy miles per hour before she backed it down.  Looking in her rear view mirror she didn’t see anything following her.  It was still light out and as she began to look around she realized something horrible.  She didn’t know where she was at, but much worse than that there were no telephone poles, no road signs, and no electric poles!  She was in the boondocks lost!

	Her situation went from bad to worse.  
	She’d made another turn in the hopes of losing her pursuers and found that she was even more lost herself.  What was more the paved road no longer was paved and it quickly narrowed to a one lane chuck filled, rut covered sand and stone covered road.  Three big bumps later, the last of which she had bumped her head on the roof of the car and she found that the car was stuck in a massive rut that she wasn’t likely to get out of without help.  She tried accelerating out of the rut and realized after a few minutes that she was going deeper into the rut instead of making progress.  Getting out of the car an immediate view of her left rear wheel confirmed this.  The wheel was sunk have way up and the bottom edge of her car was bare inches from the gravel.
She tried using her cell phone and found it as helpful as it had been the last time; it was useless!

	Then going to the trunk she decided that she might need to change some of her clothing because she was in for a walk.  Her trunk lid refused to open!  She found out why as she looked over the situation.  The pinning of her car on the road had twisted her car in such a way that the trunk lid was pinned into the body of the car.  Disgusted she tried to gain access to the trunk through the backseat of her car.  All she could gain access to was her small overnight case.  She got the case out and then took off her heels and put them in the case.  Walking on her nylon covered feet was somewhat easier, or so she thought, as she started walking the same direction her car was pointed.  She wasn’t going to go back to where she’d made her turn for fear of running into the two punks, which she thought possibly were still after her.

	About a half mile down the road she came to a crossroad.  She decided to go to her right.
Another quarter mile and it was immediately obvious to Sara that her thoughts about not having her heels on was a bad idea.  Her feet hurt!  She stopped and put on the low pumps again and was surprised at how much better time she was making as she walked to……good god she hoped she’d find someone out here!  There wasn’t even a telephone pole!  As she continued to walk she realized that her breasts were beginning to hurt her; mostly because of the non supportive bra she was wearing.  Walking on a poorly paved road in heels just aggravated the bounce effect and was causing her more discomfort than she’d felt in a long time.  Sara knew she was big breasted but right now she thought that her breasts were more a hindrance 

	The road twisted and turned and then started to dwindle in size until it was little more than a foot path.  Sara realized that she could easily die out here alone without any help or assistance.  Just as she was thinking these horrible things she saw the shack and the woods opening up to what appear to be some kind of driveway.  A guy was coming out of a shed to her right!  Thank god she’d found someone!  She headed for the big shack staying clear of the shed when she spotted the guy.

No!” she almost screamed as the guy approached with a smile on his face and holding his crotch.
It was the same punk she’d kicked in the store miles away!

	Sara turned to run, but she turned too late.  She felt sudden pain in her scalp and realized the punk had grabbed her by the hair as her head was pulled back and she lost balance.  Her overnight bag went flying and she landed heavily on her rump with an,

“Ommph!” as she literally bounced on the hard clay ground.

	When she squirmed he twisted his hand.  Her hair twisted in his hand and it felt to her like he was trying to pull her hair from her scalp.  She screamed again, sobbing.  Her scream echoed in the woods as she was roughly pulled, dragged to an area just left of what looked like a tool shed.  He brought her tear streaked face equal to his before he slammed a fist into her stomach.  The air was knocked from her lungs as she fell to the ground.  He didn’t wait for her to recover but grabbed her by the hair again and hauled her to a sitting position and from there to a standing position.  She surprised him by slapping him hard and then turning and running towards the woods.  Sara made it three steps before she felt a hand on her blouse neck collar as she jerked twisted, grunted, groaned and turned away from the grasping hand.  It was too much to handle for the buttons as they flew off of her blouse clear to her waist.  She twisted the other way, hard, and was free but her blouse had torn off her body and was dangling from the hand of her assailant.  She took a couple of turns in the woods and ran right then left.  There was no sound behind her so she slowed and looked.  She had been right, there was no one behind her.  

She stopped and bent, breathing heavily using her knee’s for support as she bent over when she realized that she was in her brown deep cleavage bra and a tan skirt, out in the woods with a maniacal hoodlum after her from somewhere.  Her useless blouse was in the hands of the hooligan behind her somewhere.  After Sara caught her breath, she started walking then screamed as her attacker jumped out from behind a tree to her right and stood right in her path!
Her scream filled with woods and before she could anything other than scream the youth was on top of her holding her close with his arms wrapped around her back.  She fought him of course as she felt her breasts mashed against his chest.  It was useless!  He was a little bigger than she was but a lot stronger.  Her fists hit his back and he ignored it as she said,
“No!” at the top of her lungs as she felt his hands working the cinch to the back of her bra.
	
He was trying to get her bra off of her!  She tried kneeing him, that didn’t work.  She twisted turned and desperately tried to get away.  Then suddenly she was free again as she felt her bra ripped off her body.  She quickly covered her big, bouncing, dangling breasts as the youth snickered and said,
“Nice big tits for an old lady.”

“Bastard!” she shouted as she backed up, with her arms still protectively covering her breasts and not having a whole lot of success at it.

	She whirled and was off through the wood again.  This time her heel caught a branch and she went down, her arms outstretched to break her fall.  The earth was soft here with a mossy kind of down and as she rolled to one side she sudden said,

“Oumph!” as the punk landed right on top of her.
	He pushed her to her back as she screamed,
“No!  Rape!  Somebody help me!  Rape!  Rape!”

“Ain’t no one gonnah help you out here lady,”  he almost whispered to her as he pinned her wrists together over her head and held them there with one hand, while with the other hand, his left her cupped and fondled a big breast.

“I ain’t never felt up no thirty eight triple ‘D’ cup before you lady!”

“Ass hole!  Get your filthy fucking hands off of me!” she shouted at him.

“Such language!  From a lady too,” he said leering as he mercilessly squeezed her left breast.

	She couldn’t help but wince as the hooligan continued to squeeze and distort her breast completely out of shape with her hard nipple pointing towards the sky.
	She redoubled her efforts to escape.  All of her effort to free herself were to no avail.  The hoodlum was stronger than she and was pinning her effectively.  He rolled slightly off of her to knee her with his own knee as he used his knobby knee to force her legs apart. Once her legs were spread wide apart he raised her skirt with his free hand and hooked his finger in the waistband of her panties and yanked as she screamed in sudden pain from the elastic tearing against her naked flesh.  The panties tore and came off her crotch.  

“Nice fuzzy exposed now!” he said with a chuckle.

“You sick bastard, get off of me!” she screamed.

“Not just yet,” he said as he pushed her legs further apart with his own then unzipped his fly.
Sara struggled desperate now and knowing that the rape wasn’t far off.  He got himself out, although she couldn’t see him, and she felt the warmth of his organ against her own.  Then she felt the thug’s penis head touch her own genitals as she squirmed trying to get away.  She didn’t succeed in her effort and only further reduced her strength at resisting the forcible rape.  

“’Bout time we find out what the older lady’s pussy feels like eh?” he asked as she screamed in sudden fright.  He hadn’t entered her yet but when he did she was afraid of what he would find because she wasn’t dry.  As sick as it was, as violent as it was, it still excited her that a youth his age would try to rape her.  She was more than a little wet.

	She grunted as he slammed deep into her in the first stroke and said,

“Well now, the old lady is a bit turned on, eh?”

“Get out of me!” she screamed.

“Well guess what, bitch.  Fuck you!” and with the word fuck he lunged deep into her pussy, so deep and so quickly that she felt the hooligan’s testicles bounce on her buttocks as he slammed home his (seven inches she guessed) erection.  The sound of his groin hitting hers had a kind of squishing smacking sound.  Then he withdrew and slammed into her again saying in her ear,

“Fuck you cunt!” as he slammed all the way deeply down her canal; he slammed into her so hard she felt her own breasts jiggle from the sudden powerful lunge into her.  God it hurt too!  

	Sara grunted.  She tried forcing his erection out of him as he grunted and said,
“You got a real tight pussy for an older bitch!”

	Sara realized that her efforts to squeeze him out of her vagina had only stimulated him that much more and now he was sliding back and forth in and out of her very quickly, all the time squeezing both her breasts now, flicking the nipples and putting a hickey on the right side of her neck as he raped her.  Finally, she let him rape her.  Sara opened her legs, actually letting her knee’s fall, allowing the youth full access to her raped body.  To her shock he slowed then temporarily withdrew his still stiff erection.  He lifted her legs onto his shoulder, so that her calves rested there, then inserted himself into her raped vagina.  This time when he slammed down she felt him all the way to her cervix as her body curved and her nylon covered knee’s touched her breasts.  She realized horribly that she was going to climax herself if he didn’t come soon.  Horribly, he didn’t come right away, and as a result Sara felt her hips take up a swinging motion as she felt her knee’s rubbing her nipples and as the young rapist slid in and out of her now very slick pussy.

	She grunted and climaxed just as he got really hard and shot his load deep inside her.  He ejaculated three times deep inside her before he pulled out, letting her legs fall back to the ground with almost a thud.  She lay there, feeling his sperm oozing from her raped pussy, as she watched the young rapist put himself away.  Then she screamed as he brought her to her knee’s by using her big left breast as a handle!  She had to roll first then come to her knee’s.  As she cried and looked upwards she didn’t even see the punch coming until she saw stars and then blackness.  Sara had been hit up on the left side of her head.  She was unconscious before her head hit the soft surface of the moss she’d just been raped on.

	Sara returned to awareness slowly, but even though it was a slow return to full consciousness she knew something was terribly wrong.  She tried opening her eyes and found that she was blindfolded!  Her mouth felt dry and she couldn’t help but groan as she felt the tension in her arms.  Her wrists, she realized horribly, were tied together behind and over her back.  She was bent over some kind of rail or something, she couldn’t tell because all she had was her own feelings.  Her boobs hung away from her body and what was worse as far as she was concerned was the cool feeling of air wafting through her legs.  She could still feel the snugness of the waistband of her skirt and realized that whoever had tied her in this position had lifted her skirt so that the air and light exposed her fanny and genitals to the world!  She felt her knee’s and her thighs rubbing some kind of rough vertical object and realized her hers were tied to these vertical stalks at the ankles and just under the tops of her garter belt supported hose.  She became aware, suddenly, of two distinctly terrible pains.  The first was on her left nipple.  It felt like there were a pair of claws snagging the soft, pliable flesh of her nipple.  The same feeling was on her right vaginal lip.  She stifled back a moan as she suddenly heard two voices, both male, one sounding young.

“I can hardly wait,” said the young sounding voice, “I can hardly wait to put the brand on fatty’s ass.”

“Look,” said the other older voice, “the old man said not to mark her unless she didn’t come around.  I ain’t even tried out the juice yet.”

“You got to hook her up though, let me pull on the clips, huh?”

“Not yet, wait.  First we find out some stuff.  She sure does have a set of jugs on her don’t she little brother?”

“Yeah, but that white ass of hers is still in my mind.  I really want to put my initials on that white ass cheek.”

“Maybe, maybe not, it depends.”

“Least let me mark her face up some with my knife, bro?”

“Like I said earlier bro, hold off on that, least till we put the juice to her and see if she’ll come around.  If she don’t then maybe a little mark won’t hurt.”

	Sara’s heart fluttered as she listened to this conversation knowing that it was her that the two voice were talking about.  She had no idea where the other rapist was and right now she was more concerned about her upcoming fate than what had happened to her earlier.

“I think the sneaky old cow has been listening to us bro,.” said the younger voice.

“Yeah,” said the older voice, “I think you’re right.”

	Sara heard the two walk closer to her.
	Then she felt a hand clasp her dangling right unfettered breast.  The hand squeezed her breast, not too hard, but hard enough to squeeze her flesh around the fingers.
“That right, bitch, you been listening to us?”

“Plea-please let me go!” she said.

“Ah, now that ain’t gonnah happen.  First we want to sort of get to know you a little better.”

“I-I was raped.”

“Yep, we heard about that.  We were told you had a nice, hot, tight pussy.  Good for you.  But right now,” said the older voice as the hand dropped away, “we have to sort of educate you some.”

“Wha-what do you mean?” Sara stammered as she tried lifting her head.

“Well, this for one thing,” said the voice.
	Suddenly she heard a click and then her breast and stomach muscles rippled as she felt a
sudden, horrifying jolt of electric current flow through her!  As if from a distance she heard a screaming wail of,

“Aieeeeeeee!”

	Sara realized that it was her squeal of pain.  Out of the darkness another bolt of terrible pain lashed up through her groin as she screamed and thrust her body uncontrollable down and forward.  She felt her body flesh wiggle as the electric current flowed through her.  She sobbed and screamed as the current stopped then started again and again.

	Then the man switched nipples and performed the entire process all over again.  He was enjoying himself, Sara realized horribly, as he hummed and attached different devices to different parts of her body and caused her an incredible amount of pain.  She was hoarse when he told her to stick out her tongue.  She did, with some reluctance.  He hummed some more and said,

“Willie throw me that rod, no not that one it’s too big, yeah that one.”

	She felt something cold and very hard penetrate her rectum.  Then the man put something soft in her mouth, it felt like a sponge.  He pushed it back deep in her mouth so that she couldn’t eject it and then applied electric current to her breasts, mouth, and rectum.  She screamed horribly and for a very long time as current flowed off and on through her again and again.  

“Why?” she croaked as he pulled the sponge from her mouth.

“Slow one aren’t you?  Why is simple.  We want you to know what pain is all about.  Think you can do as your told?”

	Sara nodded and felt her face slapped,

“Never nod, always respond to a question, bitch!”

“I-I can do as I’m told,” she half sobbed.

“Well we’ll see, won’t we?  But first, just to make sure we got our point across.”

	She screamed again a long howl of pure pain and terror.  She screamed until she was hoarse as she felt charge after electric charge course through her, tensing her body, forcing her to shake like a leaf in the wind.  Then horribly the pain eased or perhaps she became more used to being tortured, she wasn’t sure which.

	Like some kind of horrible nightmare she was half blinded with the aftermath of the horrible pain, feeling her arms behind her, tied cruelly together but behind her as she was forced to lean forward.  She heard as if from a distance she heard the young man named Willie arguing with the older voice man that he wanted to be the one to do it.  She had no idea what “doing it” meant but she had the horrible realization that she was going to find out.  Then she felt a small hand on her dangling right breast; lifting the flesh, massaging it, fondling the boob, as she hung there helplessly.  Then almost as if there had been a hot poker nearby she felt a searing hot pain on her breast as she screamed in agony.  It felt almost as if something had penetrated her breast!  The burning sensation, the red hot pain continued and she prayed for the release of becoming unconscious.  But this didn’t happen until she felt the two evil thugs working her genital lips.  The pain in her tit was driving her close to insanity and now there was a flash of brilliant white light that cut through the red fog of her pain.  Then the red fog of terrible, horrendous pain, descended on her like a blanket, covering her as she felt the same feeling of penetration on her most private feminine part.  The pain down there did finally send her into the welcome black abyss of unconsciousness but not before she felt like she had been penetrated worse than anything she had ever experienced in her life.

	As consciousness return, so did the agony of her injuries.  Almost from the beginning of becoming aware of her surroundings she felt the terrible burning on the tips of both of her breasts and down below in her crotch area.  As more and more awareness came to her she found herself to be completely nude and lying curled up in the corner of a room that had a plank style wooden floor.  There was the growing concern for her own survival as she lay there and explored how the two thugs had brutalized her.  That first investigation shocked her to her core.  There was a solid metal ring running through her right nipple.  The ring was about the size of a quarter dollar.  A similar ring was on her left nipple but her left nipple also had a strong wire attached to the ring.  Her nipples were quite tender and any movement on her part caused her big boobs to bounce and the rings to move in the pierced holes that had been made in her boobs just under her nipples.  Sara sobbed as she realized she was permanently scarred, short of extensive surgery.  The initial shock of her torture and her body piercing didn’t truly sink in until she followed the slack wire to the third ring on her body.  That ring was through her outer labia lip, piercing her in her most intimate feminine area.  Fingering the area sent ripples of pain through her lower extremities.  Very little healing had taken place since the forced insertion of the three rings in her body.  She felt degraded, soiled, dirty, shamed and horribly disfigured.  There was two bowls near her.  One had a sponge in it the other was clear, clean looking water.  She half crawled, half slouched her way over to the bowl a distance of only a few feet and she nearly blacked out because of the terrible pain and what had been done to her.  Drinking the cool water helped and as she recovered some of her strength she used the water filled sponge to treat her inflamed body parts.
It helped some, but not enough for her to rapidly heal.  As she became more and more aware of her surroundings she took note, highly aware of the fact that even rudimentary movements caused her a great deal of pain bordering on agony.  Sara realized, horribly, that she not only wouldn’t be able to move any distance without agonizing pain, but that she actually couldn’t move, other than short calculated movements in an effort to reduce her pain filled torment.  Still, she was able to take stock of where she was at.  There were no windows in the wood planked walls and the only opening she could see was the outline of a square crack in the floor of the room.  There was a light bulb in the corner opposite to where she lay which hung from a frayed cord.  She reviewed the look of the ceiling and decided that the beams were indeed rafters to a roof of some sort.  It was quite cool, but not cold, in the room, but she still felt as if she was being held in an attic.  It was useful information, for later.	

	Sara started, lifting her head off her arm realizing she must of slept, or passed out, again.  The two bowls of water had been replenished, the first with a clean sponge, the second with the clear water from before.  There was also a bowl filled with some fruit – it looked like berries of some kind and an empty pot.  Crawling over to the pot she saw the piece of paper on the inside that had a capital letter of ‘P’ in it.  She fumbled with the bucket before her bladder told her what was expected.  She’d have to pee in that pot if she wanted relief.  She got to her feet and squatted over the pot to relieve her bladder and it was then she saw the cot, hidden to her vision before because it was so dark in the room and away from the light.  After taking her piss in the pot she half waddled half crawled over to the cot finding it to be much more soothing than the hard boards of the floor.  She accidentally touched the wire running from her nipple ring to her pussy lip ring and wished she hadn’t of been so careless.  The pain left her gasping for breath.  Carefully she positioned herself on the cot, careful to avoid disturbing the slack but stiff wire from moving too much.  If it moved and moved the rings…………  She shuddered in fearful awareness at the mere thought of that!

	When she awoke after what she had thought was only a nap she found that during her sleep someone had replaced the bowls yet again.  Each time the bowls were replaced fresh fruit and this time some meat had been placed out for her.  This time however she found a pair of shiny black three inch high heels, very much like her own which had been in her suitcase, a garter belt and a pair of tan hose.  A note was lay over the white garter belt.  The note read:

“Wear these.  If you don’t have them on I’ll pull the wire…hard.”

	The mere thought of someone pulling that wire sent ripples of shock through her system.
Even now, shivering at the thought, she could feel the wire tugging at both her nipple ring and her pussy lip ring causing her some amount of discomfort.  Sara ate before she attempted anything.  Then, with a considerable amount of effort, she willed herself to continue.  She found, all together too quickly, that the garter belt could not be placed over the wire!  It hurt too damn much.  She opened the hook style closure on the belt then put it on backwards under the wire finding little or no discomfort.  Then twisting the belt around her belly gingerly she picked up the hose.  As she put on the hose she discovered flakes of a clear substance on her legs and close to her crotch.  Peeling the stuff off of her she realized that it was wax.  The thugs had used wax to remove the hair on her body and that was why her crotch burned so much!  It made sense now, the burning sensation she had experienced, was the aftermath of her hairs being pulled out of her skin by the roots.  Sara was thankful she’d been unconscious when that had been done to her!
Finally, after a considerable amount of effort she was able to get both her legs covered with the hose and snapped into place.  She put on the heels as she sat down on the cot feeling suddenly very sleepy.  It must have been the nourishment, she thought, as she lay down and drifted off into a fitful sleep.

--More training to follow – or do we get to the thick of it?—
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