Jessica's Tale Another tale by 2Perverse
WARNING: This is a story of Dark fantasy, depicting extreme violence and
perverse acts in graphic detail. Although it is pure fiction and does not
contain any true events, many readers will find this story offensive or
disturbing. If you are not looking for extreme dark fantasy with elements
of violence and perversion, this story is not for you.
Story Codes: M/f+ teen hardcore nc tort extreme violence
Synopsis: Two twin sisters find themselves in a real life house of
horrors, after being kidnapped from their own home
Jessica was sitting on the couch, watching TV, when the man walked in
from the patio. Her sister Kim lay sprawled out on the floor a few feet
away. Mom and dad looked up in alarm from their recliners as the man burst
into their home. Pop! Pop! went two shots from the small gun in the
man's hand, and her parents lay dying within seconds. Tommy came in from
the kitchen to see what the noise had been, and the man fired two more
rounds. Tommy dropped across Kim, who started screaming hysterically.
Only thirteen years old, Jessica stared wide eyed, paralyzed in shock, as
the man quickly backhanded her twin sister to shut her up, then duct taped
her mouth, wrists, and ankles. Sitting on Kim's legs to hold her still, he
quickly secured Jessica with tape as well. As he finished tying her up,
Jessica finally began to struggle, squirming and screaming through the gag
like her sister. With a chuckle, the man stepped back outside for a
minute, leaving the helpless children a moment of false hope, to retrieve
two large carryon style wheeled luggage cases. With a bit of effort each
girl was folded over inside the case, and zipped in. Casually, the man
wheeled his victims out to his car, and plopped the cases into his sound
lined trunk.
Crump! Closing the trunk, the man drove quietly away. The house was
isolated, on an unlit country road. No one could have heard the shots.
School was already out, and none of the neighbors was close to the family.
It would be days, at least, before anyone checked the house, let alone
realized that the girls were missing. With a happy smile the man drove out
to the expressway on his long journey home.
In the trunk, Jessica struggled and cried, so terrified she wet herself.
Hours tied inside the case seemed like days. Somehow she finally fell
asleep, exhausted from sheer terror. She woke suddenly as the car stopped
and the engine turned off. A few minutes passed, the car trunk was opened,
and she began screaming and squirming as the luggage case was lifted out of
the car. She was rolled across the floor for a while, then carried down
several flights of stairs. Several minutes passed and she heard the man
return, and faint screams that must have been Kim. Rolling again, both
girls went through several doors, around a few turns, and finally on their
backs as the cases were laid down.
Light returned as the man unzipped her case and Jessica tried to blink
away the tears blurring her vision. Lifted out of the case roughly,
screamed in agony as the tape binding her young body was ripped away.
Hours of cruel bondage had left her nearly crippled with cramps and
fatique. The man lifted her quivering form and stuffed her into a small
cage in one corner. Almost to exhausted and frightened to care, she
watched as Kim was similarly unbound and placed in a cage across the room.
Flipping out the lights and closing the heavy door to his playroom, the man
left his new girls alone for the night. He wanted a good nights sleep to
be able to fully appreciate his new toys.
Left alone in the dark, feeding each others fears and misery, both girls
were up for hours before exhaustion forced them into fitful sleep.
The lights came on as the big door boomed open. Startled awake, Jessica
watched the man enter, then secure the door with a lock. Puttering around
in the cabinet next to the door, he pulled out a long, cruel looking switch
and walked over to her cage. After unlocking and opening the door, he
reached in and dragged Jessica out by one leg. She rolled away and fled
across the room as he relocked the cage.
Standing up, he took one step closer, and commanded, "Take off your
cloths!"
Stunned, terrified, and still in shock, Jessica did not even register
the words, let alone comprehend their meaning, until the first time the
switch landed across her back. Panic sent her racing around the room,
vainly trying to keep away from the switch. Calmly the man continued to
batter her body with the switch, occasionally repeating his demand.
Finally, unable to take the terrible beating any more, she begin
pleading, "Please, Please stop, I'll do it, please stop..."
Relenting for a moment, the man waits as she shyly kicks off one shoe.
"Give it to me," he demands, and waits for her to reach down and hand
him the shoe. He then tosses it into a trash can in the corner. Slowly
Jessica removes her other shoe and hands it over. Each item goes into the
trash can. Squirming, she balks for a moment and receives a few more
vicious swats from the switch before she begins pulling her shirt up over
her head. Crying she unhooks her bra and works it off, exposing her perky
B-cup tits.
Eyes downcast in shame, face flaming, and fear pumping through her
veins, it takes another half dozen swats across her now exposed tits to get
her to continue once again. With infinite reluctance she unfastened her
belt and worked it free. Unbuttoning her pants seems to take her an effort
of supreme will, and then she slowly worked the zipper down.
"Please don't make me!" she wailed suddenly, dropping to a ball on the
floor.
Obviously enraged, the man returns the switch to the cabinet and returns
with a thick whip. Raining down blow after blow on her huddled form he
screams at her, "Strip! Strip! Strip you little bitch, or I'll beat you
to a bloody spot on the floor!"
Struggling to move while the whip continued to lash her from head to
toe, she finally worked her pants down to her ankles. Relenting at last,
the man ordered her to stand up and finish it.
Working her pants down over her ankles, she stood in nothing but a pair
of white socks, and her pink spotted panties. Terrified to stop, not
wanting any more beating, but unable to bring herself to drop her panties
just yet, she reached down and carefully slipped off one sock. He smiled
at her as she handed it over, and dropped it with everything else, into the
trash. One more sock and she was left with nothing but the panties. Just
as he was raising the whip to continue thrashing her battered body, she
clenched her eyes shut and slid the panties down to the floor.
Standing naked and exposed, legs apart, bleeding from multiple cuts
across her body, Jessica was too afraid to resist any more. Reaching into
the cabinet the man pulled out two small dog collars and handed them over.
"Put these on your wrists, pull them tight, and lock the padlock."
Defeated, she complied, making sure they were as tight as she could snug
them, then locking the small luggage padlock through the hasp..
Two more collars came out, and he said "Put these on your ankles."
Ankles finished, he had one more for her neck, "but not so tight," he
chuckled.
"Now, turn around, arms behind your back." Quickly he fastened her wrist
cuffs together with a luggage padlock. With a push he walked her to the
center of the room. Sliding each end of a short, thick, soft rope under
each armpit from behind, he hooked the ends to the ceiling winch and took
up the slack. Head down, eyes clenched tight, Jessica stood still while he
completed his preparation. Pulling out two lengths of chain he fastened
one to each leg cuff, then ran each through a hoop on opposite sides of the
room. Finally, with a loud ratchet the winch lifted the girl about two
feet off of the ground, and the chains were drawn tight, spreading wide,
almost to a 'T'.
Savoring the moment, the man slowly stepped up behind the petrified girl
and ran his hand down her chest, her smooth, soft, belly, and very gently
inched his way towards her sweet triangle. She had almost no hair, and
what was their was soft as a baby's face. One hand caressing slowly
downward, the other across her chest drew her body close and tight to his.
Whispering softly into her ear, he told her, "There are two things you need
to learn, my dear. The first is that I am going to do absolutely anything
I want with you, and there is nothing you can do to stop it." Savoring her
terrified whimpering for a minute, he let his fingers begin descending into
the valley of her tight, young vagina. Feeling her about to start
struggling her stopped probing and crushed her body tight as he said, "The
second lesson, is that ANY resistance will be SEVERELY punished, do you
understand?"
Colapsing against her restraints, Jessica hung limp and stammered,
"Y..y..yes.."
In agony from the ordeal of the past hour, she was to frightened to
resist as the man began massaging his fingers over her pussy. Slowly,
gently at first, he ran his fingers down into her tender pink valley, until
his finger was coated and wet. Then with brutal deliberation he paused,
and thrust two fingers deep, pounding to a stop against her cervix.
Screaming in unimaginable agony as her virgin pussy was ripped violently
open, her body began uncontrollably thrashing against the restraints.
Expecting this, the man began her punishment. Picking up a thumb tack
from a large dish nearby, he plunged it in to her thigh. Screams
redoubling, thrashing wildly, he inserted three more tacks, slowly and with
care, before she began to control her body and struggle to relax once
again.
Begging "please, please, don't, please, stop..." on and on, he had to
place two more tacks before she subsided once more. Again he began running
his fingers over her pussy, drawing out a scream of "Noooo!" immediately.
Angered that she was fighting before the first hint of pain, he decided
to demonstrate that there was far worse pain he could inflict. Grabbing a
tool from the cabinet, he thrust on end into her vagina.
"You will learn to obey me!" he growled, pulling the trigger. High
voltage spikes began pulsing rapidly into her vagina, right through her
clitoris and down both legs, to her well grounded leg restraints. She
cried out in agony until her voice broke, as he held the trigger down for
over a minute.
It took almost fifteen minutes for her body to stop its uncontrollable
spasms. Hours more passed as Jessica learned over and over again the
terrible pain of violent penetration, her helplessness to stop it, and far
worse, the ever more painful and degrading punishments for even the
slightest resistance.
After what seems like forever her finally lets her down unfastens her
bindings, and ordered her to bathe. The tub is against the same wall as
the two cages, between them, fully exposed with no curtain. The man leered
and fondled her gently as she bathed, giving cruel orders on where to shove
the bar of soap, or how to scrub herself clean with a tile brush, and
cracks from the whip if she did not obey. At long last her let her dry off
and locked her back up in her cage.
Shutting off the light and slamming the door shut with a loud boom, he
left the girls in the dark once more.
Endless hours in the dark seemed to pass while the girls whimpered and
cried, occasionally whispering fearfully to each other. Eventually the
lights came on once again, sending a surge of fear through both girls.
The door banged open, then closed solidly behind him as the man entered
the room and walked casually over to Jessica's cage. Stroking his hand
along the side, he taunted, "Sleep well?"
Turning back towards the door he strode over to the closet in the
corner. He pulled out several items, including a pair of saw horses, a
wooden 'T', and a collection of heavy restraints. Moving back across the
room he opened the door to Kim's cage and pulled her out. She immediately
began fighting like a wildcat, kicking and clawing, screaming desperately.
Chuckling, the man easily over powered the thirteen year old and began
ripping her clothes off, piece by piece. In minutes she was naked, face
down on the floor, with the man sitting on her back. He quickly fastened
cuffs tightly to each wrist and bound them together, then reversed position
and fastened both ankles together. Swinging her over one shoulder he
carried her squirming body across the room.
He reached down and laid the wooden 'T' frame across the two saw horses.
Then with some difficulty he placed Kim on the T, face up, with butt
resting at the cross. Pinning her down firmly with one hand, he looped and
then tightened three wide leather straps across chest, abdomen, and waist,
securing her upper body tightly to the long leg of the frame. He then
unhooked the latch holding her ankles together and forced one leg to bend
wide apart, and secured it to on end of the T. Quickly grabbing her
thrashing, remaining leg, he spread her wide and secured it to the opposite
end of the T.
Struggling worse than ever, Kim's torso and legs quivered wildly through
the few inches of movement her restraints allowed. To finish the job of
securing her, the man fastened a cord to the inside cross of the T and
wrapped her upper body tightly from waist to chest. He then attached a
cord at either thigh and wrapped each leg firmly from thigh to ankle.
Utterly unable to move, Kim lay with pussy exposed. He then picked up a
small metal frame and moved to the tub. Clamping the frame to a metal stud
installed for it, he connected the hose to the faucet. He turned it on
low, causing a short stream of water to jet from the end of the round
bottle brush atop the frame. To complete the setup he plugged in the cord
to the motor, which began spinning the brush vigorously.
Kim was the carried over to the tub and the top of the frame connected
to an overhead hook. Swinging her body slightly he aligned the tender,
virgin pussy with the stream of hot water. Kim cried out in pain as her
tender lips were burned by the scalding water. With one foot the man
operated the winch holding the hook, lowering the helpless girl down, inch
by inch. The tip of the spinning brush touched her spread pussy lips,
probed for a moment, then the screw shaped bristles bit deep and began to
plunge inside her. Inhuman screams of agony pierced the air as the man
continued to lower the girl, not stopping until the brush bottomed out and
depressed the spring holding the motor by nearly an inch. Carefully
releasing his grip, the man let the twisting motion of the brush spin Kim's
leg against the wall, then walked away. Closing the door behind him on the
way out, he left her there, screaming, while he went to fetch the rest of
what he needed.
Jessica watched in silent horror, to terrified to speak, as her sister
was stripped and bound. As Kim's screams began slicing the air like
knives, Jessica began crying uncontrollable in sympathy. Her own pussy was
still throbbing and burning with pain from yesterday. Hundreds of small
stab wounds from thumb tacks covered her body, so no matter how she lay,
dozens of pin points of pain assaulted her. And yet she knew in her soul
that nothing the man did to her yesterday could have hurt half as much as
what Kim was feeling right now. Being twins, she was aware of how easily
it could have been her over there, pussy burning, screaming her throat raw.
Curled up in a ball, whimpering and crying, eyes clenched tight, Jessica
did not notice the man had left until the door boomed close again at his
return some fifteen minutes later. Casually he entered the closet once
more and unfolded an odd, narrow table, with a round half circle cut out of
one side in the middle. Table set, he put down a steaming pot of something
on one side and went to retrieve Kim.
Operating the winch, he raised her up until she hung several inches
above the spinning brush, then lifted the frame holding her away from the
hook. He carried her across the room to the table, then flipped her head
down and placed her butt in the circular cutout, T frame and legs resting
across the table top. Using a spoon, he filled a hollow tube with steaming
hot pasta from the pot. The he forced the tube deep inside her vagina and
drove the pasta down with a plunger as he slowly removed the tube.
Kim's screams, fading some since being removed from the bottle brush,
redoubled once more as her tender vaginal walls began to blister from the
heat of the near boiling pasta. The man plunged a large table spoon into
her oozing pussy, scooped out a bite, and began to eat his lunch. Each
scoop of the spoon plunging deeper, with a half twist or heavy angle to
scrape the sides clean, he worked his way down to the bottom. Licking her
lips clean to get the last drop, he filled her again with more hot, gooey
pasta and began again. And again. And again. Finally satisfied, he
carried her quivering body once more to the tub and returned her pussy to
the brutal cleaning action of the spinning brush.
Voice broken by now, Kim's screams were more heavy breathe than anything
else. As the cruel bristles began scouring her burned, blistered vagina
walls, a layer of skin was ripped free, and the hot jet of water began to
run red with blood down her legs.
From her cage, Jessica had a clear view of her sister as the man used
her for a serving bowl. Staring in horror, she watched it all, especially
the terrible look of pain on Kim's face, trying not to worry about what the
man might do next. She didn't have long to wait. Once he had returned Kim
to her custom dishwasher he walked directly to Jessica's cage and opened
the door.
"Come out of there," he said.
Trembling, Jessica slowly crawled out of her cage, begging "Please don't
hurt me..."
"Be a good girl now, or you can join your sister," he said. "Come on,
stand up!"
She struggled to stand, after being cramped all night in the cage, and
bound and tortured all day yesterday. Making it to her feet at last, he
turned towards the door and ordered her to follow. Into the next room,
that she had never seen, then suddenly Kim's desperate screams were cut off
by the door closing. This room was much like the first in size, but
contained a bed and night stand in one corner, and a TV in front of a
comfortable looking recliner in the other. Another heavy door split the
wall between them. Left of the door she had walked in through stood a
workbench covered with items that nearly gave her a panic attack. Pliers,
whips, nails, a blow torch, and dozens of other items. Right of the door
was some kind of medieval rack, with its own set of restraints, whips, and
other tools. Center stage, hanging from the ceiling was a horizontal metal
bar hanging suspended by a chain running through a ring in the ceiling,
over to a winch on the left wall. Taking this in within seconds, Jessica
almost froze in terror when the man motioned her over to the chair.
After sitting down and flipping on the TV, the man said, "Get over
here!"
Stumbling, she reluctantly walked over if front of the chair. Reaching
out to her waist, he spun her around, facing away, then lifted he slight,
thirteen year old body up into his lap.
"Spread your legs wide, over the arm rests, lay back against me, and
keep quiet," he demanded.
Clenching her eyes shut, Jessica complied, knowing what was coming but
to terrified of being punished to resist. The man immediately stroked one
hand down to her vagina and began vigorously penetrating her with two
fingers. Little Jessica bravely managed not to flinch at the pain, but
could not keep a quick scream of anguish from escaping.
"I said QUIET!" he roared in her ear, plunging his fingers deep with one
hand. His other hand picked up a thumb tack and drove it directly into one
nipple, then crushed her body tight until she stopped struggling.
Defeated, she managed to relax at last, and clenched her mouth closed as
the man continued to invade her pussy with his rough fingers. After a half
hour or so he ordered her to the bed. "On your back, legs spread wide," he
said. She complied, watching in trepidation as the man removed all of his
clothes and approached the foot of the bed.
Grabbing one ankle in each hand, he pulled her legs around his waist
until his huge, erect cock was planted against her pussy. Pounding like a
jackhammer, he began plunging in and out of her tight, virgin pussy.
Balling her fists over clenched eyes, Jessica tried to endure, but could
not help screaming out in pain. Pent up anticipation kept the man from
lasting long, however, and soon there were great gobs of comb gushing from
her battered pussy.
Not wanting to leave a mess, the man picked up a bucket of water in the
corner. Pulling out a sponge wrapped dildo, he continued to pound the
girls vagina for another 10 minutes, cleaning it of comb in the process.
Sated for the moment, he put his clothes back on and considered how to
continue training his little love slave.
He decided on a little discipline training. "Come here!" he ordered,
"Arms be hind your back." Locking her wrists together once again, he
ordered her over to the wall, next to the workbench. "Bend over, put your
head down in that bowl, then flip over like you're doing a somersault until
your back rests against that wooden bar."
She tried to comply, clumsily with her arms tied behind her back, and it
took several tries to get balanced, on her head with her butt supported by
the wooden bar.
"Good, now spread your legs wide and KEEP THEM THERE. Any resistance
will be punished much harder today than yesterday."
Terrified, she watched him walk over to the bench and run his hand over
the various tools, as if trying to decide which to use first. Knowing that
she was about to be in extreme pain, she could not help whimpering, praying
quietly for this to end.
Finally deciding on a short riding crop, he stepped over and gave her a
solid thwack right on the clitoris.
"AAAAAAAHH!!!" she screamed, spasms racking her body , thrashing her
legs, and nearly lost her balance, before frantically resuming her spread
wide stance, terrified of being punished.
"Not very good, now, but I suppose I'll let it go this one time, since
you obviously tried," he commented. "Learn to do better quickly, or I'll
have to think of something really painful to teach you a lesson."
Sobbing, she clenched her teeth, stiffened her legs as wide apart as she
could to hold them steady and tried to get ready for the ordeal.
Continuing with the riding crop, he switched her vigorously for about 15
minutes, until her skin was an angry red from thigh to thigh, and her pussy
was swollen and bettered. Then he picked up a candle and lit the wick,
setting it down on one end of the bench to melt for a bit. While he waited
he began plunging pins into the girls' swollen pussy lips. Screaming a
twitching with each stab, Jessica managed to stay still as he worked his
way down one side and up the other. However, when he carefully massaged
her pussy to expose the clitoris, then stabbed a pin firmly down the length
of it, she lost all control, thrashing wildly and fell off the stand as her
legs slammed together. Unfortunately for her, he had planned for exactly
that, and the pins had been positioned perfectly. As her legs crashed
together they drove all seventeen needles deeper into her pussy.
It took almost 10 minutes for her thrashing to stop, and get herself
back in position. Removing the needles, the man informed her, "You've
earned an hour of punishment for that bit of disobedience."
Casually moving on, he situated her exposed vagina slightly to center
and level it, then inserted a small plastic ring, about 1.5" wide to open
her channel for several inches. "Try to sit still for this next bit, or I
might just put you in the punisher all night."
First he picked up the blow torch and lit the flame. Then, lifting the
candle and blow torch together, he emptied the melted wax deep into her
spread vagina and turned the torch on the candle to quickly melt enough wax
to fill the hole and overflow down the front of her abdomen.
Burning pain inside her most tender areas crashed through Jessica like a
gunshot through butter. Screaming and swaying violently against the wooden
bar, she managed to keep her legs spread and stay upright. Minutes passed
while the hot wax filling her insides slowly cooled and hardened. Once it
had fully solidified, the man brought out a corkscrew and twisted the bit
into her pussy, driving it several inches deeper than the wax had
penetrated, then wrenched it out with a quick pull. The wax came free
easily, but the deeply buried bit gouged her vaginal channel painfully on
the way out.
Tired of his sport for the moment, he ordered her to stand up, and led
her back to her cage. Forgotten while she was the subject of such
treatment, she flinched at the awful screams still coming from Kim when he
opened the door. Locked in her cage once more, lights out, she was left to
listen to her poor sister's agony, while huddling in the darkness of her
captivity.
Only an hour or so passed before he was back, carrying more steaming
food dishes. Jessica huddled in misery, her inner pain barely beginning to
fade. She watched him enter the room, turn on the lights, and set a pot
down on the table. Kim was unaware of anything outside the terrible pain
eating away at her insides. She hardly eased her cries at all as she was
raised off the spinning brush, and carried across the room.
Once more suspended upside down at the table, Kim came out of her
blinding daze of agony, enough to recall were she was, and what was about
to happen, just as the tube was being removed, leaving her pussy filled
with boiling hot mashed potatoes. Aware of herself once more after hours
of pain fuge, she howled in pain as he began digging spoonful after
spoonful out of her abused vagina. Rather than add more potatoes when he
finished, he opened a new container and used a wooden spoon to force cut up
chunks of steak down her channel. Once packed full enough that her walls
were bulging apart, he used a bulb siphon to inject about a cup of boiling
meat juice left over from cooking the steak.
As the boiling fluid flowed down inside of her, Kim began to beg for
death. Picking up a fork, the man began spearing chunks of steak. At
first there were easy targets to stab, right at the surface, but with each
bit he needed to reach deeper and deeper. Soon he was plunging his fork
inside her half closed pussy, stabing pussy walls as often a chunks of
steak. As he reached the lower half of the channel, each bit came up
dripping in meat juices and warm blood.
Kim's screams went on and on, but the cords holding her tight to the
frame never let her move an inch. Finished at last, he knew he'd better do
something to stop the bleeding if he wanted any more meals like this one.
First he carried her over to the tub and held her down over the still
spinning brush for a full minute to clean her out. Then he returned her to
the table and forced a hot soldering iron slowly in and out a few times,
listening to it sizzle as it cauterized her bleeding flesh.
Afraid he might have done too much damage this time, he decided to untie
her for the night to let her recover. Muscles utterly exhausted from
cramps and struggle, Kim lay limp as he stuffed her back in to her cage.
Still hungry for some desert, he unlocked Jessica and called her out.
Pointing to the head bowl attached to the base of the table, he commanded,
"Head down, flip over, legs wide across the table!"
Hesitating only a second, she complied, finding herself in much the same
position as earlier. This time, however, she knew would be different, and
worse. She couldn't see what he was doing, but was not surprised by the
hot, round object being inserted over and over. Some kind of hot liquid
was being coated on her insides by a ball on the end of a stick. Instead
of inserting a small tube inside her, a larger tube was pressed firmly
around the outside of her lips. Expecting hot, she was startled as the ice
cream was forced down the tub, pressurized until it flowed into her vagina,
mixing with the hot melted fudge coating her insides. Gasping in surprise,
she quickly started squirming in pain as the frozen ice cream clawed at her
pussy. Nothing held her in place except fear, and the pain as the man
began digging into her with a large spoon was incredible. If she had not
seen and heard the things he'd already done to her sister she would have
broken. Sheer terror of this man was all that kept her still as he spooned
and spooned as if she were stone instead of tender flesh.
Finished with desert at last, he told her to stand up. As her legs
lifted her off the ground, she could still feel cold, sticky inside
herself.
"Over here, up on the cross and lay back," he ordered, gesturing at the
T frame he had just removed her sister from. Terror gripped her tightly
and she could not move. She flinched violently and managed to stagger
forward when he screamed "NOW!!"
hopping up on the frame, she lay back, arms at her sides, surrendering
to her fate. She closed her eyes and relaxed as he tightened the straps,
locked each leg to the ends of the T, and wrapped her tight with cords.
She whimpered quietly in anticipation as he carried her to the tub and
attached the frame to the hook.
"First off, lets get you cleaned up," he said. As he worked the winch,
dropping her pussy onto the buz saw of the bottle brush, Jessica tried to
brace herself for the pain.
Unfortunately, her earlier had been right; nothing else she'd yet been
through even came close. Screeking like the damned, he left her there for
about half an hour to set up her punishment for misbehaving earlier.
Jessica hadn't forgotten about her hour of earned punishment, but she
was praying fervently that this was it. No such luck.
Returning at last he removed her now clean vagina from the cunt washer.
He carried her into the next room, still on the frame, and attached it to a
hook on the ceiling winch.
"Now we need to give you your hour on the punisher," he said. "Lets
look see how it works, shall we?"
Holding up a heavy metal rod with many rounded lumps along the shaft, a
hilt at one end, with a twistable ring and round dial, he demonstrated.
The shaft was obviously intended to be inserted into her pussy. Twisting
the ring he demonstrated how the dozens of rounded studs were actually the
tips of thick metal rods that extended outward as the knob turned. After
extending the rods almost three inches to display their potential, he
flipped the switch at the end and began turn the dial. Slowly at first,
then faster, larger, brighter, as he increased the setting, sparks danced
between adjacent metal rods. Adjusted to maximum it flared like a kids
sparkler, popping like a brick of firecrackers.
"nooo...." whimpered the girl, eyes wide, as he waved it suggestively
towards her exposed pussy. Turning it back off, he retracted the spikes,
then mounted the shaft upright in a stand underneath Jessica's suspended
body. Lowering the winch he carefully dropped her down, forcing the
punisher into her as far as it would go. He twisted the knob until the
gage read 3, meaning that about half and inch of spike protruded all the
way around. Not quite enough to pierce the walls, but more than enough to
cause great pain. Screaming already from the pins pressing her walls
apart, she waited in dread for the second step.
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Satisfied that the spikes were causing a sufficient amount of agony, he
activated the truly punishing feature of the device. Not wanting to have
to repeat this lesson, he decided to be rather harsh. Dialing the shock
level up to 8, he said, "Tomorrow I expect better obedience, or you might
find yourself here all night." Flipping the switch, he stood back to watch.
The shaft of the punisher was easily 6 inches longer than it could
possibly be shoved inside any thirteen year old vagina. Huge electric
sparks literally danced inside her pussy, running rapidly up, down, and
around the rod, arcing through the walls of skin being pinched out by the
spikes, as well as singing over the exposed flesh of her channel being held
open by their extension. Worse yet, where the shaft met air in the valley
of her exposed lips, sparks blazed all around, bathing her lips and
clitoris in electric pulses of discharge. One long extended scream of
agony ripped out of Jessica's throat, almost uninterrupted by the need to
draw air. Within seconds she knew that she never wanted this punishment
again. After only a minute she would have begged to be put back on the
bottle brush instead. Far before the hour was up she was pleading
desperately, begging for a chance to be a good girl. Through it all the
man watched, very pleased with his new toys.
Freed at last from the terrible punisher, Jessica crawled weakly back to
her cage for the night. She barely noticed Kim's moaning from across the
pitch dark room as she collapsed in utter exhaustion. She was awakened by
the usual, lights on, door booming open, then shut.
"How are my two favorite girls this morning," the man asked with a
chuckle. Stepping up to Jessica he opened the cage. "Up and adam my
little peach. You're going to get to make a choice this morning. Up up!
This way," he said, moving over to the cunt washer in the tub.
Jessica followed obediently, head down, waiting passively. "Now, you've
a choice for today's activities. I can tie you up, take you next door, and
leave you on the punisher until this time tomorrow." Eyes wide in horror,
she jerked her head frantically NO! letting out a startled gasp. He
continued, "or, you can climb into the tub there, straddle that brush, and
stay on it until I come back to get you. I should warn you though, if you
fail to obey, or choose the punisher, you'll have the same choice tomorrow,
and the next day. Really better for you if you just come to terms with it
now. Well, what's it gonna be?"
Remembering her resolve from yesterday, that the cleaner was much
preferable to the punisher, she still wasn't sure she could actually put it
to the test.
Quivering in terror for a few seconds, the look in the man's eye forced
her at last to move into the tub. Looking at the contraption she wondered
how she was supposed to mount it. Then she noticed the four metal steps
protruding from either side of the center pole. Placing her hands against
the wall for balance she climbed the steps. On the last step, extending on
tippy toes, her pussy almost cleared the top of the brush. Gathering her
courage and terror, she pushed her crotch forward, the spinning bristles
digging painfully at the crest of her pussy, above the clitoris, but
bending slightly. Forward, forward, the brush bent, then fell into her
channel and straightened. The screw shape of the brush began to pull
downward on her, and she carefully lowered herself one step. As she
stepped down again, the brush reached her cervix. She stood still for a
minute, until the man said, "No. Keep going. Feet on the floor, then turn
and face me."
Teeth clenched in agony already, she knew she had no choice. Continuing
her descent, her cervix pushed the tip of the brush down, driving the motor
down on its spring. She had to force the spring down almost eight inches
before her feet hit the floor. Then she hobbled around the pole until she
faced out away from the wall. She might as well have had a metal cork
screw tearing at her, with the pressure of the spring driving upward. Head
hung low, sobbing, with tears streaming down her face, Jessica stood
passively as the man flipped off the light and locked the door.
For the first time since she'd been abducted, Jessica was not caged or
bound. Locked in a dungeon, straddling a pussy scouring bottle brush, but
still, not tied up or caged, free to move if she choose. Fear of
punishment kept her still, as the spinning bristles scoured her tender
insides, better than the strongest ropes. Painful as the brush was, she
welcomed the steady throbbing ache, hoping it would last a long time,
knowing what was likely to come next. Hours passed, seeming to be days to
the you girl, locked in the dark, pussy under brutal assault.
The man had meant to test her, and so he skipped his usual lunch,
waiting long extra hours to return at dinner time. When he came at last,
Jessica had been standing so long her legs had trouble holding her up.
Still, she had decided to accept her fate, and obey, sure the was no
escape, only extra punishment. She was ready when he waved her up off the
cleaner and pointed at the table. Quickly climbing the steps again, she
drove herself off the brush and stepped out of the tub.
Walking over to the table, she ducked head first and flipped her waist
up to the table, then spread her legs wide apart across the table top. The
man placed a bowl with no bottom over her pussy, the rim making a circle
around her lips. She moaned, but did not flinch or even twitch as he
filled the bowl with boiling stew. With one hand he held the bowl down
tightly to keep it from leaking. Picking up a large spoon, he probed until
he found her pussy at the bottom of the step. Plunging downward in and out
several time while twisting it, he forced bits of hot stew deep inside.
Burning fluid filling her body, Jessica screamed, but still refused to
fight it.
Scooping deep one last time, he raised the spoon and took a bite.
Savoring her pussy juices mixing with the stew, he prepared his next bite.
Slowly, bit by bit, he forced spoon after spoon of stew deep inside,
stirred it vigorously to extract her special flavor, and finally swallowed
each bite.
Done with the stew, he moved on. "Go get cleaned up while I fetch the
next course," he demanded. Folding over, Jessica carefully mounted the
cleaning brush, waiting for him to return with more torture. As soon as he
opened the door, she climbed off and returned to the table. Stuffing her
full of corn bread, using a two inch diameter plunger to drive it deep, he
casually began spooning it out. Finishing this round more quickly, he sent
her back for more cleaning. He had an idea he wanted to try.
This time she was left alone for more than an hour. He had some shop
work to finish. When he returned he had an odd metal frame with an
electric cord. Shaped like a long cube, it was one piece of metal rod.
Forced into the girls pussy it had an outward round section between her
lips at the top, holding her apart, each corner turned downward at ninety
degrees, pressing her walls apart for over two inches. Deep inside, the
front and back section here held by lines running parallel with her lips,
one on each side. Forced inside it created an open space two inches deep,
one inch wide, and almost two inches long.
The man plugged in the cord, and the entire frame quickly began to heat.
Jessica groaned, feeling that one upper bar ran directly over her sensitive
clitoris. The man then began packing the wide open pussy with chocolate
chips, right up to the lips. Setting a timer, he stirred the melting
chocolate every five to ten minutes. While the chocolate melted slowly,
Jessica's pussy heated up and began to burn painfully. Forty five minutes
later the chocolate was finally hot and creamy. The top two inches of her
vagina were held wide open by the heater, but the remaining three inches
was closed. Hot melted chocolate flowed deep inside, driven by gravity and
the stirring spoon.
Ready at last, the man began dipping long pretzel sticks, encrusted with
sharp salt bits, as deeply as he could drive them, twisting and sawing her
closed, deep canal.
Unable to help herself, she squirmed her legs slightly with each
penetration, crying out in agony. Eventually the chocolate ran out, and he
pulled out the scalding hot burner.
Insides still coated with chocolate, the man stuck his tongue in the
hole and began sucking it out, good to the last drop. Thirty minutes more
on the cunt washer while he packed the dishes back upstairs, and then she
was once again locked in her cell for the night.
Another night in darkness, locked in her cage. Burning pain tearing at
her from the inside out, Jessica was unable to sleep. Hour after hour
dragged by, while both girls moaned and cried. By morning she had still
not managed to sleep, her pain still fresh and undiminished. Jessica froze
in terror as the door opened, and the lights came up once more as the man
entered the room. Expecting to be serving his breakfast, she was surprised
when he went straight to the workbench instead.
The man fed a heavy piece of steel wire in to a machine, which wrapped
it around a half inch rod. Removing the rod, he placed it in a cutter that
clipped through the wire alone the length of the rod, making a dozen heavy,
open steel rings. He spent a few minutes twisting each ring open about a
quarter inch, then put them in his pocket.
Opening Kim's cage, he dragged her out and began forcing her onto the T
frame. Not bothering with the cords, she was able to thrash around a bit
as he picked her and placed her over the saw horses. Pinching one pussy
lip between thumb and finger, he pulled it out until he had a solid, smooth
line of flesh standing out. Then he pulled out one of the rings out of his
pocket, placed the sharp point against the inside wall of her pussy, and
drove it through the taught lip. Kim's body locked rigid in pain,
screaming. Working deliberately from front to back, he placed five more
rings evenly into her vagina. Moving on, he repeated the process on the
other side, giving her a full dozen rings dangling from her crotch.
Carefully, he then pinched each ring closed, meticulously lining the
ends up perfectly. To finish his preparations he then expertly soldered
the ends together. Conducted heat and splattering solder assaulted Kim's
already battered vagina, wringing horrendous screams of agony from the
helpless child. Satisfied at last, the man hooked a leash to her neck
collar and released her from the frame. Arms still bound behind her back,
she staggered to her feet and was yanked rudely across the room by the
leash.
The man clipped one ankle to a ring in the floor, pulled the other leg
two feet away, and fastened it to another. He then fed a four inch cable
through the rings on one side and screwed the end connectors together, then
again on the other side. Two loops of steel now bound the rings fastened
to her lips.
Stepping over to the closet, the man returned with a half bar bell
weight. at one end was fastened a twenty pound disk. At the other end was
a small ring holding a quick release clip.
The man swung the clip end of the bar between Kim's legs and fastened
the clip through both cables. Gently lowering the weighted end to the
floor, the rings stretched her pussy lips downward. Cringing in pain, she
quickly bent her knees and followed to weight down.
Picking up a whip, he ordered the girl to stand, cracking her firmly a
few times. Screaming in pain, she managed to struggle upright.
Releasing the weight for a minute, the man slipped another twenty pound
ring over the end, and reconnected it. Breaking out an electric cattle
prod, he began jabbing and zapping directly at her pussy, demanding that
she stand. After over ten minutes of this, he was able to make her stand
again. Over forty pound of pressure stretched her impaled lip out nearly
six inches.
Removing the bar again, the man added another twenty pound weight,
paused for a minute, then placed a ten pound ring for good measure.
Hooking it up once more, he dropped it and let Kim collapse to the floor.
Into the closet again, he returned with four steel framed glass walls.
setting two walls in the tracks in the floor, he lightly attached the
corner. He inserted the rubber seals between corner and floor seams, then
drove home the screws securing frames to each other and the floor. Two
more segments later and his seven foot tall, two thousand gallon aquarium
was assembled.
Snaking a hose from the bath tub he began filling it up with cold water.
Confusion was obvious on Kim's face until the frigid water covered her feet
and began inching up her ankles.
It took about an hour for the water to reach her crotch. Almost another
hour later, the water was up to her chest, and she began to understand.
Crying for help, shivering in the cold, she tentatively tried standing up
against the weight. Straining, she could not even budge the bar. Inch by
inch, the water covered her neck, moving to her mouth. She pressed her
legs hard, stretching her pussy to gain more space. Tilting her head back,
the water slowly crested over her face. Seconds passed, her face covered
in water. Gripped by overwhelming, adrenaline surge of panic struck and
she desperately drove upward to her feet.
The weight dragging from her pussy was nearly as much as her entire
body. Standing, her lips stretching down, some of the metal rings slowly
cut groves through her skin until the weight was equally balanced.
Standing up the water just reached her waist, but continued to fill. Two
hours later, it was once more at her chin, and still the man watched it
rise.
As the water was about to cover her face again, the man finally got out
a ladder and climbed over the top of the wall. He reached down and stuck a
snorkel tube in her mouth. The water continued to rise, covering her head
and most of the tube. He didn't stop until only one inch of the tube
remained above water.
Flipping out the lights, he left her there in the dark while he went to
get supplies. Several hours later he returned with a small plastic bag of
fish and an aerator. After installing the aerator and watching the bubbles
curve around her body, tickling her crotch and chest, he dumped the two
fish into the tank.
Two four inch long piranha began circling rapidly. Rings biting deep
gouges into her lips, she was still bleeding lightly. Blood scent drove
the predators wild, and they began bumping into her abdomen and legs,
looking for food. Following the scent, on fish plowed into her pussy and
bit out a chunk of her lip. Even though almost numb from the cold, the
shock of pain made her flinch violently, completely forgetting about the
suspended weight. Swinging wildly as she thrashed away, the momentum of
the weight ripped two rings completely out on one side. The pain of this
registered quickly and Kim desperately tried to recover her still stance.
Unfortunately, with two less ring supporting the weight on one side, the
remaining four began slowly cutting through as well. As the rings on one
side ripped free, the weight settled on the other side, quickly ripping
free all at once.
Once again, Kim was faced with more pain than she had ever imagined
possible. What was once smooth, virgin, pussy lips now was a ragged series
of torn, bleeding chunks of flesh. Worse, as the weight crashed to the
floor with a muffled thump, the blood crazed piranha attacked her bleeding
flesh. Taking small bites, the fish stripped her tattered lips, and began
tearing into her deeper channel before being sated for a while. Its
terribly hard to scream through a small air tube, while being held under
water, but Kim did a fine job.
Pussy all but gone, bleeding profusely, Kim was on the verge of dying.
The mn considered letting it end here, but then he had a better idea.
Stripping, he jumped into the tank and dove to release her ankles.
Climbing out, he pulled the girl free and began to stop the bleeding.
Bandaged and bound, he returned her to the cage. The two fish continued to
circle the blood tinged water.
Ravenously hunger, the man pulled Jessica from her cage and pushed her
towards the tub to get cleaned up. Unnerved by watching her twin sister
have her pussy eaten away in front of her, she was extra quick to comply,
and show what a good girl she was. Some 45 minutes later, the man returned
with dinner. Climbing off the torturous bottle brush at last, Jessica
presented her pussy to the man once again. Helping after helping her
stuffed her, scooped, and probed. Not exactly used to it, but resigned to
the inevitable, she didn't flinch, and only moaned when the man went to
extra lengths to be cruel.
After cleaning her out again, her moved her next door for some rough and
tumble. Plugging every orifice and filling it with comb took him the rest
of the evening.
The next morning it was time to feed the fish again. Pulling Kim from
her cage, arms still bound behind her back, he laid her on her back and sat
on her waist. Using a sharp kitchen knife, he carved four very shallow
gouged into one tit, top, bottom, left, right. Blood welled but did not
flow freely from the cuts. He then picked her up and tossed her into the
tank with a big splash. Drawing up a chair he sat back to watch.
Struggling the stay above water, Kim kicked her feet and twisted vainly
on her bound arms. Hungry once more, the fish scented the fresh blood and
began flashing around, jabbing head first at her body. Quickly finding the
bleeding young tit, they began tearing small bites out of it. Screaming,
Kim tried desperately to avoid the darting predators, but they were much
too fast. She was bleeding profusely by the time the fish finished.
Plucking her from the water, he wrapped gauze tightly around her chest to
stop the blood loss. Locked in her cage once more, Kim collapsed and
passed out.
Strangely aroused by her life and death struggle, he looked for ways to
enhance the experience. Jessica soon found herself enduring pain
marathons, any disobedience or reluctance punished severely.
Day after day, her ate his meals and practiced ever more painful games
on Jessica. Each morning he sliced a new cut on Kim and let the fish tear
a bit more flesh from her struggling body. A butt cheek, a thigh, her
toes, the other tit. Over one straight month her concentrated on a leg,
until it was stripped away completely. Unable to swim any more, he began
suspending her from a strap. With each day the sight of her disappearing
body was making him more and more excited. He persisted for another month
as he coached the fish to strip away her other leg, then both butt cheeks.
Finally, he drove them at her menstruating vagina. The first strike ripped
her upper twat and left a string of bleeding skin containing her entire
clitoris dangling like a bit of spaghetti. Shortly another bite snatched
down on it, ripping it out by the root. With no legs to pinch closed, the
fish easily forced their way further inside, snatching small bites of deep,
tender meat.
As they reached her cervix and hit bone, they began working on the
walls, opening her wider, until her hips began to be exposed. Suddenly her
interior organs were exposed. Lengths of intestine were ripped free by the
wildly excited fish. Eyes dimming, Kim's last sight was her own intestines
swirling around her face as the man plunged her under the water. He left
her there as a last feast to the piranha, until they had stripped her to
the bone.
Her sister's death was very bad news for Jessica. Now she was the only
one the man had left to satisfy his hungers on. His tortures became more
cruel, but less damaging, causing maximum pain without ruining her body for
later. Her pussy had calluses from constantly being scalded with hot
injection. He found that her inner sweet flesh could even tolerate his
home made pussy warmer long enough to cook soup. Which was what gave him
the idea for a slow cooker.
Ordering her into position at the table as usual, and inserted the metal
heating frame. Instead of injecting hot food he began forcing slices of
raw carrot and potato into her cunt. Inserting two finger, he spread her
wide and sprinkled some salt and pepper. Next he used a bulb siphon to
inject a half cup of tomato soup and water. Then her plugged in the heater
and stepped back.
"You are going to sit still and be good until I get back, or you'll
regret it!" he promised.
Frightened more than she had been for months, she did not yet understand
what he intended. The wire cube wedged into her pussy got hot quickly, and
was already agony when he finished cleaning up the dishes he'd brought
down. As he left the room and turned out the light, she thought, surely
he's coming back. he wouldn't leave me like this all night.
But that was exactly what he planned. Slowly the heat inside her
continued to build, first to a scalding blister, then eventually warming
the wet juices to a slow boil. Half an hour after the man left she was
howling in anguish. At one hour she was squirming desperately, trying to
relieve the pain. Knowing he always kept his promises of punishment, she
did not dare try to remove the mixture simmering inside her though.
Two hours into the ordeal she finally realized that her pussy was being
cooked, and that he intended to eat her. Somewhere inside her, some last
little bit of her soul that still had hope of one day being released, died.
With a soft sigh of despair she sank into numb compliance, no squirming, no
sobbing, just blank tears streaming down her face. After eight hours the
man returned to find her still spread obediently wide at the table. Steam
was rising from her pussy, the juices boiling hard. Her once pink pussy
was now roast brown, spreading throughout her sweet triangle and even just
into her thighs. Using a medium knife, he stabbed into her pussy and began
cutting strips of meat. First he made several radial cuts from the inside
out, then sawed in a circle to cut out the long strips of meat that folded
over and swayed.
The flesh that had been in contact with the heater was well done and
dead, but most of the rest was more like medium rare, still very much alive
and sensitive. The knife cuts sent screaming agony to poor Jessica, who
had thought she was beyond caring. She was wrong!
With each stroke of the knife, she wailed, "PLEEEEAASE!! PLEEEEEAASE!!
PLEEEEEEEAASE!!!" Fortunately the man had fastened her ankles to the table
top last night. She never noticed until that first stab of the knife set
her thrashing wildly in protest.
Picking up his fork, he stabbed the top of one strip of cut flesh,
deliberately choosing a bit of lip. Stabbing through, he pulled upwards
then pushed the fork through, half cutting, half tearing off a bite sized
chunk.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!" screamed Jessica, suddenly locked rigidly by the
pain.
Meat firmly on the fork, he plunged it deep inside, twisting to coat it
with sauce, and stabbed a bit of potato before taking a bite.
Knowing this would go on for hours, Jessica could not help fighting it
all the way. Each time she felt the fork descend, she thrashed wildly.
Her arms and legs spasmed, desperate to be free. More often than not her
struggles just made it worse. A fork that missed its target would stab
uncooked flesh, leaving a bleeding hole. Cramps in arms and legs began to
hurt nearly as much as her burned, bleeding pussy.
Slowly he worked his way down one side and up the other, digging each
sliced strip out as deeply as possible before moving on. He saved the
clitoris for last. Driving his fork through the tip of her clitoris at
last, he carefully took only a quarter in slice. Pulling firmly upwards,
her deliberately ripped the chunk free, careful not to let the fork cut.
Exhausted from screaming her lungs out over the last two hours, Jessica
came alive with renewed vigor at this latest assault.
Savoring every scream, the man carefully worked his way down the last
stalk. Finishing the delicious meat and sopping up every drop of juice.
Wanting to continue this again later, he knew he had to tidy up. Using
a fork and knife he began stabbing the edges and trimming away the
remaining cooked areas. He took care to saw well into the tender pink
flesh with the knife, then cauterized it with a blow torch. When he
finally finished, the gaping hole between her legs was unbelievable, but
she would live.