## Archive-name: eyes_of_

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.

"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. Liz's 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," 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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