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Caught  5/7 (M+/F, v, nc)
by Anonymous (c) 1991

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     "I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING THAT YOU WANTED TO KNOW!!!!"
screamed Barbara at the top of her lungs. She fought to get
out of the chair but only succeeded in embedding the hooks
deeper into her breasts. They were so deep now that she could
see them threatening to poke their way out the front of her
tits.
  Leslie had finally broken Barbara when she had applied the
vise grip pliers to Allison's clit. The banshee-like wail
that still seemed to echo off the walls had forced Barbara's
hand. As she had told the information that would surely mean
the death of others who were her friends, she watched Allison
writhe in the pain of three vise grip pliers. It had taken an
hour or so, and when Barbara was slow in revealing
information, the vise grips were twisted, pulled, and pushed,
causing more screams.
  "JUST LET HER GO!!!!" cried the seated spy as the pliers
were removed from Allison's tormented body. Her tits were an
ugly purple, small trails of blood down into her cleavage. A
small smear of blood was around her cunt and now only moans
could be heard from her lips.
  Leslie removed the last pair of pliers and walked over to
Barbara.
  "Oh, but I AM going to give her a chance to go free. The
choice is hers. In a few moments, you will see something that
I am quite proud of." She sat down on the floor and looked up
at Barbara.
  With disgust and loathing, Barbara looked down at Leslie,
across her taut tits. She so wanted to take Leslie and kill
her. If she could get her hands free she would risk damaging
her tits beyond repair to just get at the sadistic woman.
  "I am sure that the thought of what will become of you has
crossed your mind, hasn't it?" said Leslie with a maternal
tone of voice. "Well, just to give you some idea, I could of
course let you go, but then you would no doubt report back to
your people." Leslie pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms
around them. She was sitting like a girl at a pajama party
who was talking about boys!
  "With your looks and beauty, I could make you a company
whore. I'm sure that your aggressiveness would make a nice
addition. And then again, we are always conducting
experiments in the effectiveness of torture and how long we
can do things to the human body until death is inevitable."
  On the bed, Allison's breathing was slowly returning to
normal. The tears had dried and her crying had stopped.
Barbara feared that all too soon it would begin again, no
matter what Leslie said about letting anyone go. Maybe if she
could stall the torturer a little longer, Allison would be
able to recover more strength, and as such, be better
prepared to face what might be in store.
  "You are a twisted bitch," spat Barbara.
  "Oh, on the contrary. I have been called brilliant by some
of the greatest brains in the world of counterintelligence. I
have invented or helped perfect many of the items used in
this building today." Leslie stood and walked into the
shadows behind Barbara. The sound of a cart on wheels moved
up behind and then into the light.
  "This is what I am going to subject your friend to," said
the interrogator. She held up what appeared to be a heavy
gauge needle for Barbara to see.
  "This, believe it or not, is a very effective restraint."
Now Barbara could see that it was more like a double needle
where one needle was slid into the other. On the end was an
eyelet. It was hard to pick up any other details except what
looked like grooves running down the length of it. Leslie
turned and walked over to the bed. She sat down on the far
side so Barbara could watch the procedure.
  Taking Allison's left breast, she pinched the already
punished nipple to make it stand up better. Allison's eyes
opened as she became aware of what was about to happen.
  "Please, no, oh God, please, NO!!" she shouted and started
to buck as best she could. Leslie quickly climbed onto the
bed astride Allison. With a quick backhand, Allison quieted
down enough for Leslie to grab her tit and push the needle
against it. A quick jab was met with a slight whimper from
Allison.
  "You see," began Leslie again, "those things that looked
like grooves are actually little barbs which lay down until I
give the eyelet a twist, at which point they begin to spread
out like an umbrella's stays. The more it is pulled on, the
deeper it seats. They are extremely difficult and usually
quite painful to remove without surgery, but it can be done."
  A mournful moan was emitted from Allison's lips as Barbara
watched Leslie twist the eyelet. A quick yank on it caused
Allison to snap back into a shout of pain. Leslie quickly
took a second "needle" and rammed it into Allison's other
tortured breast.
  "We have had a couple of women that got loose from these
restraints, but it both cases," Leslie stated as she twisted
the second one, "they ripped their nipples off. It wasn't
very pretty. But then, you'll be able to observe that first
hand depending on how badly your friend here wants to get
loose!"
  Stepping back to no doubt admire her handiwork, Leslie
gazed upon Allison as she spoke to Barbara one more time.
  "We also have models that fit up the vagina, anus, and one
for men that we slip up their dicks. That can be especially
fun to watch. Perhaps we can arrange an entire show for you!"
  A door behind Barbara opened and tow men strode in. They
were dressed in jumpsuits with hoods. They removed the
shackles that held Allison to the bed. Her body was almost
like dead weight as they helped her to her feet. Now Barbara
could see clearly the red eyes, the mangled nipples and
protruding clitoris. Allison tried to walk and be strong, but
her knees were shaking badly.
  Her eyes lifted from their gaze at the floor as they pulled
her across the room and looked into Barbara's. Allison took a
deep breath and painfully whispered, "Please don't let them
hurt me any more... Please!" And then she was dragged across
the room.
  Leslie approached Barbara and carefully released the
tethers that had stretched her tits against the hooks.
Returning to normal, the breast tissue was once again given a
new pain, that off the hooks being in a different position.
Two more men, or maybe they were the same men as had taken
Allison away, came and undid Barbara's wrist and ankle
restraints. With a firm grip she was led to another room.
Once again she was placed in a chair and lashed firmly into
place. At least this time her tits were not cruelly pulled.
And then she saw what was in front of her.
  Allison was sitting on the floor of a glass case. Her legs
were splayed out to either side. She was bent over slightly
and Barbara could see that there were two lengths of chain
that connected her nipple anchors to the floor of the
chamber. There was just enough slack that Allison could
partially erect herself.
  "The object of this is very simple," began Leslie as she
approached to case. She reached up and took a hose from above
and placed it into a holder on the side of the case. "The
tank will fill with water. If you are able to get out, your
life will be spared. If not, well, I am sure that you
understand the consequences." She had said it in a voice
which was loud enough for Allison to hear.
  "You sadistic bitch!!" cried Barbara. Tears made a renewed
journey down here cheeks. "Take me instead!!! Just let her
be!!"
  "Such a noble gesture," said Leslie. "Sometimes what we do
is to connect on inside the tank with one outside. It creates
quite an interesting sight to see the one inside who wants to
live pull the titties off the one outside!" She smiled and
turned on the water.
  Allison had been rather subdued until the first drops of
water splashed into the case where she was reigned. Barbara
could see the goosebumps pop out on her skin. The water must
be cold she thought.
  The lady in the glass tank, the formerly somewhat subdued
Allison moved around and got up on her knees. She move around
looking at the sides of the tank, from bottom to top. The top
was at least six inches above the furthest that she could
raise her head.
  The water was over her leg as she reached down and grabbed
one of the chains. Barbara knew that it was a futile hope
that she would be able to pull the chains loose from the
floor, but Allison tried anyway. Barbara was weeping openly
now as she watched the water approach mid calf. She muttered
and cursed the wicked lady that was causing her beautiful
co-worker this pain and anguish. She swore about her company
and her bosses, and she also damned herself for not talking
before Allison had to meet this fate.
  The water was approaching Allison's waist. Herr eyes held a
look of pure, unadulterated panic. She was not quite as well
trained as Barbara and was beginning to loose her touch with
reality.
  Grabbing the one chain, she pulled against her tit.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She wailed as the water was approaching the
impaled orbs. Blood began to weep from the nipples as Allison
pulled harder. It met with the water and diffused, swirling
to create patterns before diluting.
  With short, firm jerks, Allison tried a new tactic of
pulling the tethers free. The water was approaching her neck
now, and Barbara could see that it was almost over with. In
the tank, Allison became a wild woman, and the water boiled
in response. She violently thrashed about, causing more blood
to enter the water. It was becoming so cloudy in the water
that Allison's actions could hardly be seen.
  Barbara watched with morbid fascination. A spurt of blood
fed into the water and Barbara saw one of the chains fall to
the bottom of the tank, a chunk of flesh grappled at the end.
Barbara closed her eyes against the thought as the water now
threatened to engulf poor Allison's head.
  The water was now opaque. The back of Allison's head could
be seen above the water, but with her face now covered by the
bloody mixture, the only sounds were those of water sloshing
against the side of the tank.
  There was a flurry of activity which quickly drew to an
end. And then there was silence. Barbara was aware of her own
weeping. She could not see when she opened her eyes, such was
the volume of the tears. Her chest was wet with the salty
river that had flowed for her friend.
  The water was draining out of the tank ten minutes later
when Barbara's vision was slowly returning to normal. As the
level lowered, she could not help but look into the tank.
  Allison's face was  a death mask of pain and fear. Her open
eyes pleading for help or mercy or both. She lay on her side,
her right breast was mangled where the chain was still
attached. Her left nipple was gone, replaced by a 1-1/2" hole
where the flesh had been removed. Leslie walked up to Barbara
as two men climbed into the tank and began to remove the
lifeless body.
  "Now, just you wait until you see what I have in store for
you!!!!"

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