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The Black and Red torture lords tugged at the frightened girl,

bringing her before the White Lord.

"She is ready, Sir."

From his throne, the White Lord looked down approvingly. "I

like this one. She appears to be strong. Let's give her

something that will really test her strength."

The three robed figure were all of one mind. Behind their

hoods, each of them smiled privately. The Lords of Pain was a

unique club, one with a select and very limited membership.

Their sole purpose was to procure and torture female victims.

They enjoyed a certain amount of ritual, but never let it get in

the way of their sadistic fun.

"You can't do this,," the brunette they had stripped and led in

protested. "Dammit, you can't do it!"

"We can do whatever we like," the White Lord intoned. He knew

that the atmosphere of the torture chamber and the sight of the

robed figures was very intimidating. The girl shut up at once.

He spoke to Red and Black. "Put her wrists in the overhead

shackles. I want to see her stretched out before me."

The girl's struggles weakened as strong hands directed her

forward. The hopelessness of her situation was becoming

increasingly evident. She felt the cold metal close tightly

around each of her slim wrists. The chains rattled slightly as

they were adjusted. Then Red cranked up the chains, so her arms

were pulled high over her head and she was, as instructed,

stretched out for the White Lord to inspect.

The man in the white robe stepped down from the dias upon which

his throne sat. He approached her casually, as if it were an

everyday occurrence to find a beautiful, naked girl strung up

before him. He ran his hand appreciatively down her side,

brushing the edge of one bounteous breast. The girl shivered

but made no sound. She was too afraid that anything that she

did would only lead to further acts of cruelty.

Black brought over a heavy wooden stake, sharpened at one end.

He laid it on the floor between her legs and manacled her ankles

to it with lengths of chain. The girl found that she couldn't

lift her legs.

"Perfect," said the White Lord. Suddenly, he reached out and

grabbed the girl's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Gripping as tightly as he could, he held on and pulled her full

breasts away from her young body. As she shrieked, he told Red,

"Bring the number seven skewer."

Red obeyed instantly, hurrying over with the desired piece of

equipment. It was a rod about two and a half feet long,

sharpened to a deadly point at one end. As White held the

whimpering girl's tits, Red set the sharpened tip of the steel

rod against the side of her left tit. Her eyes were locked on

the terrible skewer.

He shoved, sending the cold metal through warm flesh, so that it

was buried in the center of her tit. The girl screamed madly,

her head thrown back. She tried to kick out, but the weight of

the post to which her feet were chained prevented that.

Again he shoved, making the point of the skewer come out the

other side of her tit. Blood spurted, splattering on the floor.

He didn't stop there. As she wailed and pleaded, he continued,

driving the rod through her other tit and making sure that it

was protruding evenly on both sides. Accomplishing the latter

took a few tries, but he didn't mind. Her screams were lovely.

"Two number fives," White requested of Black.

Those were shorter skewers which were stabbed through the tops

of her breasts and forced in until they came out the bottoms.

Ever the perfectionist, Black also carefully moved them up and

down until they too were evenly placed. The poor girl almost

went insane from the pain this procedure produced.

Before she could recover from the shock of the triple piercing

of her breasts, Red and Black stood up the heavy wooden stake

and fitted its bottom into a hole in the floor designed to

support it. As the girl watched with horrified eyes, they

lifted her by her hips and set her on it, so that its sharpened

end entered her tight cunt.

When they let go she screamed more stridently than ever. Her

own weight drove her down on the splintery length. She felt its

relentless invasion of her most private region.

"Listen to her go," Red enthused.

"Yeah," said Black. "I can't wait to try the stake on some

little piece's ass. Swoosh, right up into the bowels. That'll

be great."

The naked brunette hung there, spasming with agony. Her white

body shuddered continuously. Her tits quivered despite their

pierced condition. For long moments they just stood admiring

their handiwork, watching as the girl slipped inexorably down

the impaling stake.

They removed her ankle chain from the stake and used it to

fasten her ankles together. They then raised her chained legs

up and over her head, catching the chain around the back of her

neck. This caused her body to be bent double to allow her

impaled cunt to slide all the way down to the floor.

As the point of the stake reached her throat, Black knotted her

hair in his hand and pulled her head sharply back. At the same

time, he put his hand on her chin, forcing her mouth wide open.

As the girl continued her last journey down the stake, the point

was forced through her throat, emerging neatly through her open

mouth. The other Lords slapped Black on the back in

congratulations for the perfect impalement.

The suffering girl's legs were unchained and splayed out on the

floor. Her mouth was streached out around the emerging point of

the stake, making it look as if she was sucking a gigantic cock.

Her body erupting with pain, all she could do was hang there

silently, feeling the waves of agony wash over her, while they

watched and commented delightedly. They knew that, in a

position and condition like that, someone could last a

surprising long time. They could leave her for decoration while

they moved on to their next victims. The night was young.

Liz was a blonde beauty with a saucy ass and impudent tits. It

struck White immediately that she should suffer some

particularly excruciating type of torment. It didn't take him

long to determine what it would be.

"Wha ... what are you doing?" she asked desperately, seeing the

results of their earlier handiwork before her, as they forced

her to stand over a strange wooden triangle that jutted up from

the floor. "Please, I haven't done anything to hurt you."

"Of course not," said Red. "We wouldn't want our enjoyment to

be clouded by anything so boring as a revenge motive. No, no.

We want to enjoy your ordeal purely."

As she whimpered, a spiked bar was passed between the elbows of

her pulled back arms and her back. The top of the bar was

bristling with spikes, which cut into the soft flesh of her

arms. Before she could move away from the points, they cuffed

her wrists in front of her, so that the bar could not be freed.

Then they hooked hanging chains to the ends of the bar, through

eyelets put there for that purpose, and hoisted her off the

floor. The spikes were jabbed nearly through her arms. She

howled wildly as the metal points jabbed into her biceps.

As she hung there, they fitted a metal crescent to the top of

the triangle. The upper edge of the crescent was a blade, one

lined with sharp saw teeth. They bent Lizls legs back and

locked her ankles to the sides of the triangle.

"Now," said White, "what do you think will happen to your pretty

little cunt and asshole when we lower you onto that thing? If

you move even a little bit, they'll get cut to pieces. In fact,

even if you don't move they'll get chewed up pretty badly.

Still, the less you squirm the better off you'll be.

Understand?"

Liz nodded despite her pain. What did they want, these masked

fiends?

As they lowered her slowly onto the crescent, her legs were

forced to bend. She felt the upper edge of the blade bite into

her tender female cleft.She felt each saw tooth as they jabbed

into her softness.

"Noooo," she wailed when they finally removed the hooks and

chains from the ends of the bar. "You can't do this to me.11

"We sure as hell can," snickered Red good naturedly.

She felt what it wa like to have her entire weight press down on

that fiendish blade, driving her poor slit against it. She felt

several of the teeth rip into her rectal region. And then, when

she thought it couldn't get any worse, she saw them preparing

the water and the hose.

Seconds later, they had the fat nozzle in her mouth, stretching

wide her jaws. As Black turned the spigot on the water pump, it

came noisily to life and the hose jerked as water coursed

through it. Lizls eyes went wide. She knew what was going to

happen to her and then, before she could think further, it was

happening. Water was gushing out of the nozzle, down her

gullet, and into her stomach. Inexorably, her middle swelled,

until she resembled a woman nine months pregnant. Only then,

when her swollen belly was resting heavily on the blade, did

they shut off the water, pull out the hose and replace the

nozzle with an unremovable gag.

"Bring another," ordered White. "The one named Myra."

Myra couldn't have been more than seventeen, though her figure

was fully ripe and her breasts were entrancingly large. She was

taken at once to a standing frame. Her arms were bound to its

upper crossbar. From rings on the underside of the crossbar,

ropes were tied to her ankles, which held up her legs in a bent

position and showed off her furred slit shamelessly.

Another set of skewers were produced and her breasts were

mistreated as the first girl's had been. Myra wailed piteously

as her perfect flesh was stabbed through again and again. She

gazed down in horror at what they had done to her twin prides.

Her hands moved around distractedly, so White ordered a hammer

and two spikes brought out. Myra saw their plan.

"Don't," she blurted. "I'll keep my hands still, honestly I

will. Don't nail them to the bar."

With a satisfied chuckle, Red set his spike over the center of

the back of one of her hands, holding it firmly so that she

couldn't escape. Black did the same on the other side. At

White's signal, they both started hammering. Myra couldn't

believe the pain she was feeling. The spikes smashed through

flesh and bone and entered wood, becoming so deeply buried that

there was no hope of her pulling them out, even if she could

have stood the pain the effort would have required.

Her head rolled in agony. The men crowded around to sample her

charms. Rude hands explored her body crudely.

"This is a tight cunt," Red said approvingly.

"Then let's stretch it," suggested Black.

White agreed. From behind his throne he brought a great,

studded phallus that fit through the lowest crossbar of the

inverted "Y" frame to which suffering Myra was bound and spiked.

When the huge dildo was elevated,, its obscene tip rubbed

hungrily against the weeping girl's virgin cunt. They parted

her lips as White continued to raise the rammer. Its fat head

was stuffed into her, the studded length followed. Those studs

were sharp, and gouged flesh as they passed. Myra screeched

desperately as inch after inch vanished up her bleeding cunt.

"You're killing me! You're ripping out my pussy. Stop it!

Please! Stop!"

"Are you kidding? We've got another foot or more to go. Don't

worry, little Myra. The female cunt is designed to accept

whatever is shoved into it."

The others echoed his thought merrily as the elephantine dildo

continued remorselessly to invade the girl, ripping and

shredding as it went. Crimson spread in a puddle beneath her.

When the horrible thing was fully into her, they locked it in

place, wanting to be sure that not even a fraction of an inch

slipped back out. Myra moaned and writhed as her terminal rape

went on without letup. Then, as she was about to pass out, they

revealed that there was one more thing that it could do. It

could turn around. Around and around, until every scrap of pink

was scraped from the inside of her tender ' sensitive cunt. it

would take time, of course, but that was something they had

plenty of, and the longer she screamed, the happier it would

make them.

Who next?

From the cells they brought Chrissy, a sultry blonde with

perfectly rounded tits. That beautiful chest would be her

undoing. To the Lords of Pain it was an invitation to excess.

"I'll do anything you want," Chrissy offered. "What do you want

me to do? Do you want me to, to... you know, to have sex with

you? Is that it? Do you want me to do something... different?"

The men laughed. "We want you to suffer. We want to hear you

scream from unbearable pain. We want to see you squirm and

sweat with agony that tears your mind apart. And if we want

sex... or something different, we'll take it."

There was a wooden cross set up in one corner of the room.

Chrissy was led to it, still begging and shaking her pretty

head. Her full tits rode up and down with her every step. Big

as they were, they still had the attractive firmness of youth.

Her arms were forced over the top bar of the cross. Bent back,

her legs were manacled together and to her arms, until her

tangled limbs held her aloft. There was no chance of her

getting free now.

As she strained to relieve the pressure on her arms and legs,

Red brought out the knives. They were attached to a length of

velvet which he unrolled ceremoniously on a low bench. As

Chrissy stared in dread-filled anticipation, the first knife was

freed and held up for inspection. With great pomp, Black tilted

the blade to catch the light. It glinted coldly in his hand.

"I wish her screams to be... altered," said White.

He needed to explain no further. Grinning behind his hood,

Black set the end of the blade against Chrissy's cheek. Red

grabbed a double handful of her blonde tresses and held tight,

knowing that what was to come would send her into thrashing

fits. Black pushed, slicing through her flawless cheek. The

blade was so sharp that, for a moment, Chrissy felt only the

sensation of heat. Then the pain arrived, spreading redly

through her brain and burning away all her thoughts except those

centering on her awful fate.

She tried to scream, and as she made the effort, he slid the

knife through her mouth, pressing the end against her other as

yet unharmed cheek. The skin was stretched out as her gurgling

screams drew more desperate. Then the skin gave way, and the

blade cut through her other cheek. Now Chrissy's screams were

gagged, so that the best she could do was make a strangled sound.

She made plenty of those sounds as the second blade was brought

close to her flesh, to her breast. With Red cupping the mound

of softness between his hands, Black carefully started the knife

in. As she tried to scream, the metal went deeper and deeper

into her tit, until it came out in her cleavage. It was a

fascinating sight, to see that beautiful breast passed through

by the well-honed blade. Chrissy wasn't enjoying the sight,

however ' being too busy shaking and mewling and trying to

breath through her pain.

Another knife followed, this time through the right breast, from

top to bottom. Her suffering was exquisite. Not too much blood

was spilled, the blades were so razor sharp. In the early days

of this practice, they had used whatever blades were at hand,

often losing the victim too soon from the loss of blood. After

that, they experimented. Smaller blades solved the problem in

part, but they didn't do as much damage, which was annoying.

Then someone thought of the idea of using the super-sharp

blades. Their success was immediate. In fact, it had led to

many other variations of the torture.

As Chrissy shuddered and made pitiful sounds, more blades were

sent cruelly through her large breasts. When one barely missed

coming out through a nipple, someone made the suggestion that

they have a contest to see who could send one dead center

through that circle of pink, starting from the spot where her

tit met her underarm. As fogged as her mind was by pain,

Chrissy could still understand what they were saying. She shook

her head wildly, which ignited fresh pain in her cheeks.

"Maybe I should carve up her pussy?" said Red. "I wonder how

she'd feel if I expanded it from a size three to a size

thirteen? What do you think?"

"I don't know," said Black. "I was thinking more of doing it to

her asshole. There's a lot more room up there if we, let's say,

wanted to pour in hot coals or something."

White nodded. "Those are both good ideas, but this one has to

last a little longer than that would permit. I like the way her

eyes stare at us, with hope still in them. I mean, how often do

we get one who comes this far and still actually thinks she has

a chance of coming out of this alive?"

"Really," said Red. "We can use those other ideas later."

As Chrissy hung there helplessly, they conferred as to what to

do with the last remaining knife. Black was still hot on the

asshole idea. Red suggested using it to stab through both legs,

so they could see if it kept her from drawing them apart.

"You know," he told the others, "it might be a whole new way to

keep young girls from screwing around when nobody's there to

watch them."

Everybody laughed. They decided that Chrissy's belly would get

the last knife. It was held with its tip against the side of

her tummy, where the meat was particularly soft and sensitive.

Black gave it a short but firm shove, burying the end of the

blade in her body. Fresh sounds of suffering came from the

blade jammed through Chrissy's cheeks. Too, blood spilled over

her bottom lip.

"Let's go," said Red anxiously. "Put it straight through her.

I can't wait."

Black didn't have to be told twice. He put his weight behind

the blade, driving it slowly through her. It plowed through her

guts, causing even more pain than any of the previous stabbings.

The exit site was on the opposite side, further back and lower

down. It was opened with more blood than any of the others had

produced.

"Nice work," said White. "Any bets how long she'll hang on?

They made their wagers, then pondered who next should feel their

brutality.

"I saw a great looking brunette who looks perfect for what I

have in mind, 11 said White. "Do you know the one I mean?"

Red thought for a second. "Tall? Long legs? Fantastic chest?"

"Exactly. Bring her in. We haven't spiked one of our girls for

a long time."

"Too long a time," Red agreed, his words dripping with lust.

The brunette was named Monique. She was led in and made to

stand flush against a splintery pole that reached from floor to

ceiling. Before she could resist, they held her in place and

produced two spikes. With these, her hands were nailed to the

post, the right one higher and further around so that it

appeared that she was fondling an immense cock. The effect was

interesting. They gave her a double dozen stokes across her

sexy broad ass with a wire whip before proceeding.

Two leather bands were fitted around her huge breasts. At first

the bands were not too tight and only caused mild discomfort,

which she barely noticed, being so preoccupied with the state of

her hands. Then they began to tighten them. The pressure grew

each time the bands were drawn another notch tighter. Monique

groaned continuously as her breasts were cut into ever more

deeply, the bands finally all but vanishing into the plush

hillocks of flesh.

Before she could lose any of her sensitivity, they brought out

the pins. Three of them were jabbed through each nipple, at

different angles, until the points of her tits were seared with

pain. They left her like that for a while, so that the full

effect of the piercing and binding could be appreciated.

After she had suffered fully that way, they brought out the

spikes.

"What... what are you going to do with them?" she asked

tremulously.

"Look around you, stupid bitch," said Red. "Look at what we've

done to the others unlucky enough to fall into our grasp."

Monique looked, sickened by the sights she saw. She screwed

shut her eyes and choked out a plea for mercy.

"Here's your mercy," Black told her, setting the point of a

spike against the side of one full, swollen breast. He hefted a

heavy mallet and slammed it against the end of the spike.

Monique gasped. The spike buried itself into her tit, its point

entering the wood as it met the stake. Black hammered again,

and then once more, making sure the metal was sunk well into the

wood.

The wire whip came out again, this time to be used on the

already pinned ends of the girl's tits. The lashes caught in

the pins, tearing them loose and eventually reducing the ends of

the brunette's breasts to shredded mush. Blood soaked the pole.

They didn't stop then, or even when there was little skin left

on her breasts. They went on until what had been Monique's

proud modells bosom was nothing but a couple of twisted pieces

of raw meat.

That left two girls more to be used before the session was

concluded.

The men removed their robes and hoods, revealing themselves to

be naked beneath. They were young and obviously kept themselves

in good trim. And the robes were hardly necessary now to

intimidate their victims. The sight of the dead and dying all

around the room was more than enough to do that.

Their next to last victim was Dory. She was a cute redhead.

Laying her on her stomach on a plank, they passed her tits

through two holes placed there for that purpose. She was tied

to the plank so that they could raise it and have full access to

her chest. A rod not much thicker than wire was jammed into the

side of one tit and shoved and twisted until it came out the far

side. It went into the other one and was similarly passed

through that one also. Then, to her surprise, it was pulled

out, which was almost as painful as having it put in.

A moment later she discovered the horrible logic of what they

were doing. The rod was replaced with one of slightly larger

diameter. This too was sent all the way through both tits,

widening the path of its predecessor with as much pain as

possible. A third rod followed, and another and another. Dory

fainted several times during the passage of the sixth rod, but

touching it briefly with an electric cattle prod brought her out

of it instantly. After the sixth rod was yanked out they were

ready for the final invasion of her breast flesh. This was done

with a thick, splintery stake. It was worse than all the rods

combined.

They untied Dory from the plank so that all that held her to it

were her breasts. When the plank was set on two overhead beams,

she was forced to bend backward and balance on tiptoes, most of

her weight supported by her tits alone.

After leaving her like that for half an hour, they lowered the

plank. It was split down the middle, and they separated the

halves by loosening the clasps that held them together. Dory

dropped to the floor.

"Your not done, little girl," White laughed, most of his formal

tone gone.

He nodded, and Red and Black lifted her, their hands supporting

her legs. They positioned the girl over a fat, pointed stake

while White supported her from behind. Her hands were cuffed

above to make her even more helpless. Then they dropped her,

right onto the stake.

The wood slid up the channel of her cunt, tearing flesh as it

went. The point didn't stop until it was buried into her

vitals. Dory choked on the pain, tried to lift herself, but

only fell back harder. The men stood back to enjoy her

struggles.

Dory continued to sink onto the fatal shaft until it had

penetrated her intestines, puncturing and becoming hopelessly

entangled among them. Even a surgeon couldn't have gotten her

off that stake alive. Besides, the pain she had already

undergone was nearly enough to kill her by itself. She could be

dead within the hour.

The final torture they decided to use was the hoist. Black and

Red prepare the girl named Essie, a tall, full-figured blonde.

Her tits were skewered with a rod from side to side. White

stepped up behind her and then they manacled her hands behind

his back. As they pushed her backwards, off her feet, he

supported her. The hoist consisted of two chains descending

from a common point. On the end of each was a hook. One hook

went under the bar at a point between her tits. The other was

dug into her cunt. When the chains were raised, Essie was

hoisted aloft, almost all of her weight supported by the hooks.

White held her, savoring the pain and terror in her eyes as she

stared up at him. After a long time, he ducked under the circle

of her arms so that even his partial support was denied her.

Essie's entire weight was hanging from the hooks.

She did a slow dance of agony for the next two hours, as the rod

stretched open the wound in the center of her tits and the hook

gouged out her cunt. Blood collected in puddles on the floor

beneath her. The men drank wine and watched her and the other

remaining live ones. Those that were going too slowly they

helped along with the wire whips and other implements of pain.

When at last all of the girls had been dispatched, the trio of

torturelords retired to their private playroom. There, waiting

for them, bound and otherwise prepared, were a trio of victims;

those ones not yet due for torture and death, but for now

sentenced to be the playthings of these men without morals, for

as long as they chose, in any manner they wished. The

girls had been given dire hints about what they could expect.

"I see that our dates waited for us," said Red.

"I'm glad they didn't leave," said Black, noting how well they

had been tied.

"And I do hope they enjoyed having the sounds from the torture

chamber piped in here. I imagine it was very entertaining." The

girls stared at them with eyes of horror.

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