Codes: m/F, torture, piercing, rape
** WARNING ** ADULTS ONLY!
DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
THIS IS ADULT MATERIAL MEANT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY
THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE THE USE OF FORCE IN ANY FORM.
CHARACTERS PROTRAYED IN THE STORIES CREATED BY THE AUTHOR ARE FICTIONAL AND ANY RESEMBLENCE TO ACTUAL PERSON(S), REAL OR
FICTIOUS, IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH UNDERAGE PERSONS. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE UNPROTECTED SEXUAL INTERCOURSE SITUATIONS.
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Mrs. Sara Ann Bergman wasn’t even sure where she was
at. At roadside sign had intrigued her
when she saw it. The sign had read ‘Rare
and unusual antiques. See us at Gothic
Gallery just five miles
east.’
Of course it didn’t say which way was east and there were
no highway signs to find it. It pleased
her that she found the place and it pleased her even more when she discovered
the place was everything she thought it would be. It was hidden from the main road, mysterious,
and the nick-nacks that the place sold made her fall in love with the isles of
obviously handcrafted workmanship. The
owner, a pudgy man by the name of Greely, gave her the eye, but she was used to
that. Most of the men out in this part
of the country often gave females more attention than they deserved. She knew she probably shouldn’t have worn the
skirt and blouse outfit, mostly because of the provocative cut of the blouse,
but she had felt an air of risk this morning and had explored it by wearing
clothing she normally wouldn’t have wore.
The tan skirt hugged her hips and made her fanny cheeks obvious beneath
the fabric and the hem line of the skirt was just at her knees. Her blouse was on off white, almost a tan,
which had five buttons on it, the top button of which was about four inches
from her neck. The blouse had wide
lapels to it and even though it was fully buttoned it was obvious that she was
well endowed. The buttons actually
appeared to be straining in the button holes, but she was used to tight fitting
blouses because of her low slung, but rather large breasts. Sara knew from previous experience that a
dress, like the one she had in her suitcase, would appear to be a lot shorter
than it actually was because of her triple ‘D’ cup boobs and there were many
times that she envied the smaller breasted women. She’d had an opportunity to have a breast
reduction one time but she had decided against it.
The
pudgy owner in the dirty apron was polite enough, answering all of her
questions, even though she caught him looking at her exposed cleavage a couple
of times. It used to bother Sara how
these men would look at her cleavage; but then she knew now she was the one
allowing the exposure to take place. She
chose to ignore the looks and felt justified when he would leave her alone to
wander the isles. Greely sought her out
after she’d been there for some time in one of the more shadowy aisle’s and
told her that he was leaving early today.
If she wanted she could come back tomorrow.
“I’d like that,” she had
stated to him then said, “I’m just visiting in the area though. Could you tell me if there is a hotel or
motel nearby?”
“Honey, there ain’t a motel
in miles of this place. Tell you what
though, I got a map up front that might give us both directions to a place you
might find. It’ll be miles away though,
near the interstate.”
“No problem,” she replied,
“let’s have a look at the map.”
She followed him to the front of the store. While the old guy was searching for the map a
couple of punks strolled in; her instinctive protective sense had kicked in and
she was old enough to realize that when “that” feeling hit her she’d better
have her guard up.
One
of the punks whistled, a cat call, and at first Sara thought he was looking
over the crystal he had in his hand. As
she continued to follow his glance she saw he was looking beyond the crystal to
her cleavage! Even though Mister Greely
had done pretty much the same thing, when this punk of a kid did it she got
angry. The two of them couldn’t have
been more than nineteen each. A scruffy
looking fellow followed the first kid and both young men radiated a kind of
menacing attitude that at first intimidated her but as time wore on made the
older woman feel anger instead of fear.
Her blush, was evidently misread by the taller, lankier of the two and
he openly stared at her breasts, his eyes gliding up and down her body as if
she were some of the merchandise that was on sale here and it was very clear to
Sara what he was thinking. She almost
felt as if he were undressing her with his eyes, but she knew his thoughts were
much more evil than just the thought of what she’d look like without
clothing.
Greely leaned forward and whispered,
“You want to avoid those two,
honey. They’re the meanest two in the
whole county!”
“Who are they?” she whispered
back.
“They been around for about
two months. Old man Shank’s kids I
think, or maybe cousins of his from up north.
Some problems with drugs and the law from what I hear. Trouble though, with a capitol ‘T’.”
She turned her back to them as Greely was showing her a
possible route she could take to a more populated part of the country. Neither Greely, or herself noticed the
approach of one of the young men, the shorter hot eyed one that did indeed look
the meanest. As Sara was trying to
follow the directions Greerly was giving her she felt a hand move across the
tightness of her skirt covering her bottom!
“Nice tight ass too!” said
the shorter of the two.
She whirled around her left hand open not knowing what she would come into contact with but too angry to care hoping the slap would put the arrogant punk in line. Instead of being mad he grinned and stepped aside as her slapping hand hit only air and she almost lost her balance. She recovered quickly as the other punk shook his head and slowly walked out of the store. Sara wasn’t about to turn her back on the punk that had copped a free feel of her buttocks. She stepped back against the counter and as the youth approached with a leer on his face and his hand open with the obvious intent of copping a feel of her breast she brought up her heel and then slammed it down on his booted foot. He yelled and hobbled on one leg as she kicked him between the legs; feeling with some satisfaction as her foot hit his unprotected groin.
“You dirty filthy fucking
bitch!” he screamed as he fell.
“If I were you, honey, I’d
get!” said Greely.
“Yes, yes I think that would
be a good idea.”
She hurried from the store passing the kid who had left
as he was rushing in to the screeches of his friend and got into her car. She started the car and left a trail of dust
as she accelerated out of the parking lot and onto the dirt road. She drove frantically for a good five minutes
then spotted a paved road turning to the right quickly onto the paved road; not
knowing where it went and not caring.
She quickly accelerated her car until she approached seventy miles per
hour before she backed it down. Looking
in her rear view mirror she didn’t see anything following her. It was still light out and as she began to
look around she realized something horrible.
She didn’t know where she was at, but much worse than that there were no
telephone poles, no road signs, and no electric poles! She was in the boondocks lost!
Her situation went from bad to worse.
She’d made another turn in the hopes of losing her
pursuers and found that she was even more lost herself. What was more the paved road no longer was
paved and it quickly narrowed to a one lane chuck filled, rut covered sand and
stone covered road. Three big bumps
later, the last of which she had bumped her head on the roof of the car and she
found that the car was stuck in a massive rut that she wasn’t likely to get out
of without help. She tried accelerating
out of the rut and realized after a few minutes that she was going deeper into
the rut instead of making progress.
Getting out of the car an immediate view of her left rear wheel
confirmed this. The wheel was sunk have
way up and the bottom edge of her car was bare inches from the gravel.
She tried using her cell
phone and found it as helpful as it had been the last time; it was useless!
Then going to the trunk she decided that she might need
to change some of her clothing because she was in for a walk. Her trunk lid refused to open! She found out why as she looked over the
situation. The pinning of her car on the
road had twisted her car in such a way that the trunk lid was pinned into the
body of the car. Disgusted she tried to
gain access to the trunk through the backseat of her car. All she could gain access to was her small
overnight case. She got the case out and
then took off her heels and put them in the case. Walking on her nylon covered feet was
somewhat easier, or so she thought, as she started walking the same direction
her car was pointed. She wasn’t going to
go back to where she’d made her turn for fear of running into the two punks,
which she thought possibly were still after her.
About a half mile down the road she came to a
crossroad. She decided to go to her
right.
Another quarter mile and it
was immediately obvious to Sara that her thoughts about not having her heels on
was a bad idea. Her feet hurt! She stopped and put on the low pumps again
and was surprised at how much better time she was making as she walked to……good
god she hoped she’d find someone out here!
There wasn’t even a telephone pole!
As she continued to walk she realized that her breasts were beginning to
hurt her; mostly because of the non supportive bra she was wearing. Walking on a poorly paved road in heels just
aggravated the bounce effect and was causing her more discomfort than she’d
felt in a long time. Sara knew she was
big breasted but right now she thought that her breasts were more a hindrance
The road twisted and turned and then started to dwindle
in size until it was little more than a foot path. Sara realized that she could easily die out
here alone without any help or assistance.
Just as she was thinking these horrible things she saw the shack and the
woods opening up to what appear to be some kind of driveway. A guy was coming out of a shed to her
right! Thank god she’d found
someone! She headed for the big shack
staying clear of the shed when she spotted the guy.
No!” she almost screamed as
the guy approached with a smile on his face and holding his crotch.
It was the same punk she’d
kicked in the store miles away!
Sara turned to run, but she turned too late. She felt sudden pain in her scalp and
realized the punk had grabbed her by the hair as her head was pulled back and
she lost balance. Her overnight bag went
flying and she landed heavily on her rump with an,
“Ommph!” as she literally
bounced on the hard clay ground.
When she squirmed he twisted his hand. Her hair twisted in his hand and it felt to
her like he was trying to pull her hair from her scalp. She screamed again, sobbing. Her scream echoed in the woods as she was
roughly pulled, dragged to an area just left of what looked like a tool
shed. He brought her tear streaked face
equal to his before he slammed a fist into her stomach. The air was knocked from her lungs as she
fell to the ground. He didn’t wait for
her to recover but grabbed her by the hair again and hauled her to a sitting
position and from there to a standing position.
She surprised him by slapping him hard and then turning and running
towards the woods. Sara made it three
steps before she felt a hand on her blouse neck collar as she jerked twisted,
grunted, groaned and turned away from the grasping hand. It was too much to handle for the buttons as
they flew off of her blouse clear to her waist.
She twisted the other way, hard, and was free but her blouse had torn
off her body and was dangling from the hand of her assailant. She took a couple of turns in the woods and
ran right then left. There was no sound
behind her so she slowed and looked. She
had been right, there was no one behind her.
She
stopped and bent, breathing heavily using her knee’s for support as she bent
over when she realized that she was in her brown deep cleavage bra and a tan
skirt, out in the woods with a maniacal hoodlum after her from somewhere. Her useless blouse was in the hands of the
hooligan behind her somewhere. After
Sara caught her breath, she started walking then screamed as her attacker
jumped out from behind a tree to her right and stood right in her path!
Her scream filled with woods
and before she could anything other than scream the youth was on top of her
holding her close with his arms wrapped around her back. She fought him of course as she felt her
breasts mashed against his chest. It was
useless! He was a little bigger than she
was but a lot stronger. Her fists hit
his back and he ignored it as she said,
“No!” at the top of her lungs
as she felt his hands working the cinch to the back of her bra.
He
was trying to get her bra off of her!
She tried kneeing him, that didn’t work.
She twisted turned and desperately tried to get away. Then suddenly she was free again as she felt
her bra ripped off her body. She quickly
covered her big, bouncing, dangling breasts as the youth snickered and said,
“Nice big tits for an
old lady.”
“Bastard!” she shouted as she
backed up, with her arms still protectively covering her breasts and not having
a whole lot of success at it.
She whirled and was off through the wood again. This time her heel caught a branch and she
went down, her arms outstretched to break her fall. The earth was soft here with a mossy kind of
down and as she rolled to one side she sudden said,
“Oumph!” as the punk landed
right on top of her.
He pushed her to her back as she screamed,
“No! Rape!
Somebody help me! Rape! Rape!”
“Ain’t no one gonnah help you
out here lady,” he almost whispered to
her as he pinned her wrists together over her head and held them there with one
hand, while with the other hand, his left her cupped and fondled a big breast.
“I ain’t never felt up no
thirty eight triple ‘D’ cup before you lady!”
“Ass hole! Get your filthy fucking hands off of me!” she
shouted at him.
“Such language! From a lady too,” he said leering as he
mercilessly squeezed her left breast.
She couldn’t help but wince as the hooligan continued to squeeze
and distort her breast completely out of shape with her hard nipple pointing
towards the sky.
She redoubled her efforts to escape. All of her effort to free herself were to no
avail. The hoodlum was stronger than she
and was pinning her effectively. He
rolled slightly off of her to knee her with his own knee as he used his knobby
knee to force her legs apart. Once her legs were spread wide apart he raised
her skirt with his free hand and hooked his finger in the waistband of her
panties and yanked as she screamed in sudden pain from the elastic tearing
against her naked flesh. The panties
tore and came off her crotch.
“Nice fuzzy exposed now!” he
said with a chuckle.
“You sick bastard, get off of
me!” she screamed.
“Not just yet,” he said as he
pushed her legs further apart with his own then unzipped his fly.
Sara struggled desperate now
and knowing that the rape wasn’t far off.
He got himself out, although she couldn’t see him, and she felt the warmth
of his organ against her own. Then she
felt the thug’s penis head touch her own genitals as she squirmed trying to get
away. She didn’t succeed in her effort
and only further reduced her strength at resisting the forcible rape.
“’Bout time we find out what
the older lady’s pussy feels like eh?” he asked as she screamed in sudden
fright. He hadn’t entered her yet but
when he did she was afraid of what he would find because she wasn’t dry. As sick as it was, as violent as it was, it
still excited her that a youth his age would try to rape her. She was more than a little wet.
She grunted as he slammed deep into her in the first
stroke and said,
“Well now, the old lady is
a bit turned on, eh?”
“Get out of me!” she
screamed.
“Well guess what, bitch. Fuck you!” and with the word fuck he lunged
deep into her pussy, so deep and so quickly that she felt the hooligan’s
testicles bounce on her buttocks as he slammed home his (seven inches she
guessed) erection. The sound of his
groin hitting hers had a kind of squishing smacking sound. Then he withdrew and slammed into her again
saying in her ear,
“Fuck you cunt!” as he
slammed all the way deeply down her canal; he slammed into her so hard she felt
her own breasts jiggle from the sudden powerful lunge into her. God it hurt too!
Sara grunted. She
tried forcing his erection out of him as he grunted and said,
“You got a real tight pussy
for an older bitch!”
Sara realized that her efforts to squeeze him out of her
vagina had only stimulated him that much more and now he was sliding back and
forth in and out of her very quickly, all the time squeezing both her breasts
now, flicking the nipples and putting a hickey on the right side of her neck as
he raped her. Finally, she let him rape
her. Sara opened her legs, actually
letting her knee’s fall, allowing the youth full access to her raped body. To her shock he slowed then temporarily
withdrew his still stiff erection. He
lifted her legs onto his shoulder, so that her calves rested there, then inserted
himself into her raped vagina. This time
when he slammed down she felt him all the way to her cervix as her body curved
and her nylon covered knee’s touched her breasts. She realized horribly that she was going to
climax herself if he didn’t come soon.
Horribly, he didn’t come right away, and as a result Sara felt her hips
take up a swinging motion as she felt her knee’s rubbing her nipples and as the
young rapist slid in and out of her now very slick pussy.
She grunted and climaxed just as he got really hard and
shot his load deep inside her. He
ejaculated three times deep inside her before he pulled out, letting her legs
fall back to the ground with almost a thud.
She lay there, feeling his sperm oozing from her raped pussy, as she
watched the young rapist put himself away.
Then she screamed as he brought her to her knee’s by using her big left
breast as a handle! She had to roll
first then come to her knee’s. As she
cried and looked upwards she didn’t even see the punch coming until she saw
stars and then blackness. Sara had been
hit up on the left side of her head. She
was unconscious before her head hit the soft surface of the moss she’d just
been raped on.
Sara returned to awareness slowly,
but even though it was a slow return to full consciousness she knew something
was terribly wrong. She tried opening
her eyes and found that she was blindfolded!
Her mouth felt dry and she couldn’t help but groan as she felt the
tension in her arms. Her wrists, she
realized horribly, were tied together behind and over her back. She was bent over some kind of rail or
something, she couldn’t tell because all she had was her own feelings. Her boobs hung away from her body and what
was worse as far as she was concerned was the cool feeling of air wafting
through her legs. She could still feel
the snugness of the waistband of her skirt and realized that whoever had tied
her in this position had lifted her skirt so that the air and light exposed her
fanny and genitals to the world! She
felt her knee’s and her thighs rubbing some kind of rough vertical object and
realized her hers were tied to these vertical stalks at the ankles and just
under the tops of her garter belt supported hose. She became aware, suddenly, of two distinctly
terrible pains. The first was on her
left nipple. It felt like there were a
pair of claws snagging the soft, pliable flesh of her nipple. The same feeling was on her right vaginal
lip. She stifled back a moan as she
suddenly heard two voices, both male, one sounding young.
“I can hardly
wait,” said the young sounding voice, “I can hardly wait to put the brand on
fatty’s ass.”
“Look,” said the
other older voice, “the old man said not to mark her unless she didn’t come
around. I ain’t even tried out the juice
yet.”
“You got to hook
her up though, let me pull on the clips, huh?”
“Not yet,
wait. First we find out some stuff. She sure does have a set of jugs on her don’t
she little brother?”
“Yeah, but that
white ass of hers is still in my mind. I
really want to put my initials on that white ass cheek.”
“Maybe, maybe not,
it depends.”
“Least let me mark
her face up some with my knife, bro?”
“Like I said
earlier bro, hold off on that, least till we put the juice to her and see if
she’ll come around. If she don’t then
maybe a little mark won’t hurt.”
Sara’s heart fluttered as she
listened to this conversation knowing that it was her that the two voice were
talking about. She had no idea where the
other rapist was and right now she was more concerned about her upcoming fate
than what had happened to her earlier.
“I think the
sneaky old cow has been listening to us bro,.” said the younger voice.
“Yeah,” said the
older voice, “I think you’re right.”
Sara heard the two walk closer to
her.
Then she felt a hand clasp her
dangling right unfettered breast. The
hand squeezed her breast, not too hard, but hard enough to squeeze her flesh
around the fingers.
“That right,
bitch, you been listening to us?”
“Plea-please let
me go!” she said.
“Ah, now that
ain’t gonnah happen. First we want to
sort of get to know you a little better.”
“I-I was raped.”
“Yep, we heard
about that. We were told you had a nice,
hot, tight pussy. Good for you. But right now,” said the older voice as the
hand dropped away, “we have to sort of educate you some.”
“Wha-what do you
mean?” Sara stammered as she tried lifting her head.
“Well, this for
one thing,” said the voice.
Suddenly she heard a click and then
her breast and stomach muscles rippled as she felt a
sudden, horrifying
jolt of electric current flow through her!
As if from a distance she heard a screaming wail of,
“Aieeeeeeee!”
Sara realized that it was her squeal
of pain. Out of the darkness another
bolt of terrible pain lashed up through her groin as she screamed and thrust her
body uncontrollable down and forward.
She felt her body flesh wiggle as the electric current flowed through
her. She sobbed and screamed as the
current stopped then started again and again.
Then the man switched nipples and
performed the entire process all over again.
He was enjoying himself, Sara realized horribly, as he hummed and
attached different devices to different parts of her body and caused her an
incredible amount of pain. She was
hoarse when he told her to stick out her tongue. She did, with some reluctance. He hummed some more and said,
“Willie throw me
that rod, no not that one it’s too big, yeah that one.”
She felt something cold and very
hard penetrate her rectum. Then the man
put something soft in her mouth, it felt like a sponge. He pushed it back deep in her mouth so that
she couldn’t eject it and then applied electric current to her breasts, mouth,
and rectum. She screamed horribly and
for a very long time as current flowed off and on through her again and
again.
“Why?” she croaked
as he pulled the sponge from her mouth.
“Slow one aren’t
you? Why is simple. We want you to know what pain is all
about. Think you can do as your told?”
Sara nodded and felt her face
slapped,
“Never nod, always
respond to a question, bitch!”
“I-I can do as I’m
told,” she half sobbed.
“Well we’ll see,
won’t we? But first, just to make sure
we got our point across.”
She screamed again a long howl of
pure pain and terror. She screamed until
she was hoarse as she felt charge after electric charge course through her,
tensing her body, forcing her to shake like a leaf in the wind. Then horribly the pain eased or perhaps she
became more used to being tortured, she wasn’t sure which.
Like some kind of horrible nightmare
she was half blinded with the aftermath of the horrible pain, feeling her arms
behind her, tied cruelly together but behind her as she was forced to lean
forward. She heard as if from a distance
she heard the young man named Willie arguing with the older voice man that he wanted
to be the one to do it. She had no idea
what “doing it” meant but she had the horrible realization that she was going
to find out. Then she felt a small hand
on her dangling right breast; lifting the flesh, massaging it, fondling the
boob, as she hung there helplessly. Then
almost as if there had been a hot poker nearby she felt a searing hot pain on
her breast as she screamed in agony. It
felt almost as if something had penetrated her breast! The burning sensation, the red hot pain
continued and she prayed for the release of becoming unconscious. But this didn’t happen until she felt the two
evil thugs working her genital lips. The
pain in her tit was driving her close to insanity and now there was a flash of
brilliant white light that cut through the red fog of her pain. Then the red fog of terrible, horrendous
pain, descended on her like a blanket, covering her as she felt the same
feeling of penetration on her most private feminine part. The pain down there did finally send her into
the welcome black abyss of unconsciousness but not before she felt like she had
been penetrated worse than anything she had ever experienced in her life.
As consciousness return, so did the
agony of her injuries. Almost from the
beginning of becoming aware of her surroundings she felt the terrible burning
on the tips of both of her breasts and down below in her crotch area. As more and more awareness came to her she
found herself to be completely nude and lying curled up in the corner of a room
that had a plank style wooden floor.
There was the growing concern for her own survival as she lay there and
explored how the two thugs had brutalized her.
That first investigation shocked her to her core. There was a solid metal ring running through
her right nipple. The ring was about the
size of a quarter dollar. A similar ring
was on her left nipple but her left nipple also had a strong wire attached to
the ring. Her nipples were quite tender
and any movement on her part caused her big boobs to bounce and the rings to
move in the pierced holes that had been made in her boobs just under her
nipples. Sara sobbed as she realized she
was permanently scarred, short of extensive surgery. The initial shock of her torture and her body
piercing didn’t truly sink in until she followed the slack wire to the third
ring on her body. That ring was through
her outer labia lip, piercing her in her most intimate feminine area. Fingering the area sent ripples of pain
through her lower extremities. Very
little healing had taken place since the forced insertion of the three rings in
her body. She felt degraded, soiled,
dirty, shamed and horribly disfigured.
There was two bowls near her. One
had a sponge in it the other was clear, clean looking water. She half crawled, half slouched her way over
to the bowl a distance of only a few feet and she nearly blacked out because of
the terrible pain and what had been done to her. Drinking the cool water helped and as she
recovered some of her strength she used the water filled sponge to treat her
inflamed body parts.
It helped some,
but not enough for her to rapidly heal.
As she became more and more aware of her surroundings she took note,
highly aware of the fact that even rudimentary movements caused her a great
deal of pain bordering on agony. Sara
realized, horribly, that she not only wouldn’t be able to move any distance
without agonizing pain, but that she actually couldn’t move, other than short
calculated movements in an effort to reduce her pain filled torment. Still, she was able to take stock of where
she was at. There were no windows in the
wood planked walls and the only opening she could see was the outline of a
square crack in the floor of the room.
There was a light bulb in the corner opposite to where she lay which
hung from a frayed cord. She reviewed
the look of the ceiling and decided that the beams were indeed rafters to a
roof of some sort. It was quite cool,
but not cold, in the room, but she still felt as if she was being held in an
attic. It was useful information, for
later.
Sara started, lifting her head off
her arm realizing she must of slept, or passed out, again. The two bowls of water had been replenished,
the first with a clean sponge, the second with the clear water from before. There was also a bowl filled with some fruit
– it looked like berries of some kind and an empty pot. Crawling over to the pot she saw the piece of
paper on the inside that had a capital letter of ‘P’ in it. She fumbled with the bucket before her
bladder told her what was expected.
She’d have to pee in that pot if she wanted relief. She got to her feet and squatted over the pot
to relieve her bladder and it was then she saw the cot, hidden to her vision
before because it was so dark in the room and away from the light. After taking her piss in the pot she half
waddled half crawled over to the cot finding it to be much more soothing than
the hard boards of the floor. She
accidentally touched the wire running from her nipple ring to her pussy lip
ring and wished she hadn’t of been so careless.
The pain left her gasping for breath.
Carefully she positioned herself on the cot, careful to avoid disturbing
the slack but stiff wire from moving too much.
If it moved and moved the rings…………
She shuddered in fearful awareness at the mere thought of that!
When she awoke after what she had
thought was only a nap she found that during her sleep someone had replaced the
bowls yet again. Each time the bowls
were replaced fresh fruit and this time some meat had been placed out for
her. This time however she found a pair
of shiny black three inch high heels, very much like her own which had been in
her suitcase, a garter belt and a pair of tan hose. A note was lay over the white garter
belt. The note read:
“Wear these. If you don’t have them on I’ll pull the
wire…hard.”
The mere thought of someone pulling
that wire sent ripples of shock through her system.
Even now,
shivering at the thought, she could feel the wire tugging at both her nipple
ring and her pussy lip ring causing her some amount of discomfort. Sara ate before she attempted anything. Then, with a considerable amount of effort,
she willed herself to continue. She
found, all together too quickly, that the garter belt could not be
placed over the wire! It hurt too
damn much. She opened the hook style
closure on the belt then put it on backwards under the wire finding little or
no discomfort. Then twisting the belt
around her belly gingerly she picked up the hose. As she put on the hose she discovered flakes
of a clear substance on her legs and close to her crotch. Peeling the stuff off of her she realized
that it was wax. The thugs had used wax
to remove the hair on her body and that was why her crotch burned so much! It made sense now, the burning sensation she
had experienced, was the aftermath of her hairs being pulled out of her skin by
the roots. Sara was thankful she’d been
unconscious when that had been done to her!
Finally, after a
considerable amount of effort she was able to get both her legs covered with
the hose and snapped into place. She put
on the heels as she sat down on the cot feeling suddenly very sleepy. It must have been the nourishment, she
thought, as she lay down and drifted off into a fitful sleep.
--More training to
follow – or do we get to the thick of it?—
Fingerpro