Stephanie awoke with a tremendous headache. Bleary eyed, she tried to look around to get some sense of where she was. Her eyes darted around, drinking in the visions of the abandoned warehouse. The tips of her toes barely touched the floor. She was shivering. The air was so cold against her skin. The affects of whatever was in her drink had seemed to have worn off. She tried to piece together what had happened but nothing was coming back to her. She could feel something hard and plastic in her mouth. It sealed it shut, allowing only soft, muffled sounds to escape. She looked down at her naked body as it swung slightly. Each movement of her body made her wrists hurt worse. 

She looked up at the handcuffs that held her wrists tightly. Their metal was cutting into her flesh. Dried blood trails stained her bare arms. A chain was attached to them that kept her suspended by her cuffed wrists. Her body ached. She could see large, dark bruises all over her flesh along with small cuts. She had no idea how it happened or even why. A door somewhere behind her closed loudly. The noise resounded through the desolate building. She could hear the heavy sound of footsteps getting closer to her. 

Not a word was spoken when the footsteps stopped. Suddenly the soft swish of a whip cutting through the still night air filled her ears. The thin leather bit into her already damaged flesh, causing her body to jerk. A weak whimper tried to force free from her but was blocked by the gag. Repeatedly the whip kissed her skin. She felt the warmth trickling down her back where it had sliced her open. Behind her, she could hear movement, she could not tell how many people it was or even how close the sound was. A distorted voice broke through. It was obvious that whoever was speaking was using one of those devices to make their voice unrecognizable.

"Mmmm look at that bitch bleed. Isn't it such a beautiful site my love" the manly voice said.

"Yes my beloved. It is exquisite. I want more" another voice chimed in.

The whip cracked again, tearing into her back again. It shredded her creamy white skin, leaving it red, torn and bloody. The entertained cackled filled the room as the whip continued to connect with her body. Suddenly, it stopped. She panicked. Could they be through with her... or plotting something much worse? She felt a pair of hands grip her legs. They roughly pried her thighs apart. She tried to look down but she could not see what was going on. Agonizing pain shot through her body as something cold and sharp bit into her tender flesh. She tried to scream but the sound just stuck in her throat. The large alligator clip held tight. The pointy metal teeth dug into her harder as it was given a squeeze. 
 
"God look at her twitch. Awe does that hurt Stephanie?" a new voice asked in a mocking tone. 

Fear gripped her soul as she realized they knew her name. Tears washed over her bloody, bruised face. Part of her was terrified that they would kill her, but the rest felt as death might be welcomed compared to what was to come. She heard footsteps leading away from her and the sudden sound of a machine starting. The chain that her cuffs hung from lowered slowly with a rusty clatter. Two sets of hands held her arms upright still as her feet touched the ground. The cuffs were lifted from the hook and the hands released her. 

Her body wilted, landing on the cold, dirty floor. The three howled with laughter as she weakly tried to lift herself up. She was still slightly groggy from the drug. She lifted her head to see three figures gathering around her. All of them wore phantom masks, leaving a visible black void where their face should be. One of them was visibly male, the other two female. He reached down, grabbed crudely at her naked body, and lifted it up. He carried her over to a large steel table. A single bulb in a hung above it. One of the women pulled the cord, turning on the light. 

Stephanie winced, clenching her eyes tightly shut as the light seemed to blind her for a moment. The shorter woman was rummaging through a small black bag for something. She disappeared for a moment while the others strapped the abused woman to the table. The dusty table was freezing cold against her body. Without even the strength to stop her in time, a puddle of urine formed on the table beneath her and trickled off the end.  The two just stopped and stared at her in disbelief for a moment before erupting into cruel laughter.

"How disgusting the bitch just pissed herself. Look at this Angel. She is such a pig,” the female said.

"Turn her around. I am sure that warm piss will feel good against her back… I wonder if it will give her a nice little infection" The woman she called Angel replied. 

The two turned Stephanie's body so that her back and head lay in the liquid waste. The urine burned the torn flesh. She was then tied down with thick lengths of rough metal cable that had been fitted with interlocking end pieces. One closing around her chest right under her arms, the other across her stomach. It squeezed her chest, restricting her breathing slightly. Her hands were pulled above her head again and the cuffs were attached to a chain that locked onto the table's sturdy frame. Her feet were pulled over the sides of the table as far as they could be, painfully spreading her legs into a position impossible to hold without restraints. The same harsh cable was looped around her ankles and locked to a long piece that ran up under the table. The opposite end was connected to a noose like loop that was then slipped over her head and around her throat. 

"Now Stephanie. Listen carefully. If you struggle and kick, too much this cord will tighten around your throat. You basically will kill yourself if you resist" the man calmly explained to her as he ran his thick fingertips over the cord around her neck. "If you behave, you might live through this ordeal. You need to be taught a lesson in respect. If you learn well, I will release you. If you refuse... you die. Nod if you understand me."

Stephanie sobbed frantically. The words were of no comfort to her. She nodded up at the man. He slapped her cheek with his palm as he chuckled. He did not care if she lived or not. No one would ever be able to trace this back to him or the two girls. He made sure of that when he set up the plan at the girls' request.

"I know all about you Stephanie. I know how you treat others like they are all inferior to you. You think you are above us all. Tonight you will learn what you really are. You are nothing bitch. You are worthless. You steal other women's boyfriends. You try to take their jobs. You are nothing but a coniving bitch who deserves what you are going to get. Don't get me wrong. I am going to take great joy in this. This is my form of justice for those you hurt. Got it bitch?" he continued.

She nodded again as the tears continued to fall.He walked around to the other end of the table. His fingers trailed over her skin as he moved. Angel returned carrying something that Stephanie could not quite make out. The other girl took it from her and inspected it for a moment.

"Go ahead Star, shoot her up so we can start" Angel said in an almost giddy voice. 

Star, as she was called, held up the syringe and tapped the side needle. She pushed the plunger in slightly to get any air out. The light glinted off the needle as she moved it closer to Stephanie's helpless body. Even in her dazed and weakened state, she panicked. She tried to scream around the gag. The noose around her neck tightened as she squirmed. With her breathing now restricted by the tight cable around her throat, she tried to remain. The needle pierced her flesh, followed by a stinging sensation that spread as the liquid entered her. Suddenly, the grogginess was fading fast and she was alert and very aware. 

Her mind raced. Everything was suddenly brought into crisp focus as the clamp on her clit was twisted cruelly. It felt as if it was going to rip the sensitive little nub off. The pain shot through her prone body and caused her to tremble. Every fiber of her being felt as if it had an electrical current running through it. The clamp was released and allowed to come to rest in the same position it was.  Angel gave it another twist in the opposite direction. A small trickle of blood began to ooze from the shredding flesh. They all began to laugh as she jerked. Her body froze again as the cable around her neck nearly cut off her breathing. 

Star and Angel then moved on either side of the table. The man stayed down by her feet. The girls took a couple steps back as they watched him with growing delight. Stephanie could not help but quake with fear. The familiar sound of the air being sliced by the whip returned. This time the sensation and sound was a little different. It was not the dull bite of leather on flesh but much sharper. The sound had a metallic twang to it. It licked at her flesh repeatedly as he beat her body. Each time her flesh was cut open. He continued for a good 15 minutes. Her throat hurt from sobbing, leaving only hoarse wheezes to form. 

As the man handed the whip to Angel, Stephanie caught a glimpse of it. Instead of being a normal whip this one was a very thin yet sturdy piece of wire imbedded in a wooden handle at one end. Her body was a bloodstained mess from the series of cuts. Star held a box in her hand and began to sprinkle the contents onto the crimson mess. Almost instantaneously, it began to sting. Once she had emptied nearly all of it onto their victim, she began to rub the salt in roughly. The pain was intense and deep. Stephanie continued to cry uncontrollably.

"This feels wonderful Devil. The warm blood feels so good. What's next?" she asked.

"I think it is time for a little pain." He answered in a chuckle. "Get the metal bandings for her breasts Angel, but careful they are sharp."

Angel quickly complied and retrieved two metal bandings. She handed one to Star and held the other one. The two girls looked at each other in complete glee as they simultaneously began to apply them to Stephanie's ample d cup breasts. The bandings were tightened slowly until her breasts looked as if they would burst. They slowly began to change from a splotchy, bruised white to a deep purple. Her nipples became distended as the girls flicked and pinched them harshly. Stephanie longed for unconsciousness or death. Anything to take away the pain they were causing her already.

She heard a faint noise that sounded like a lighter being lit. A new pain began to spread through her as the metal clamp that held tight on her clit began to heat up. Devil carefully held his Zippo inches from her flesh. The flame danced, heating the clamp until it felt as if her flesh was being cooked. She let out a hoarse cry around the gag. She moved, trying to get away from the pain. 

"Girls... hold her legs. I do not want her to choke herself yet" he commanded gruffly.

They quickly followed orders and held her in place. She continued to cry out in agony. Her throat felt raw from the unheard cries. After several moments, Devil pulled the flame away. Stephanie continued to squirm. One of the girls disconnected the cords from the noose, hooking both to the table frame instead. Star moved down between Stephanie's spread legs. Her fingers spread the reddened pussy lips and pushed inside. Stephanie whimpered at the painful entry of her dry cunt. Star began to add more fingers until she had four pushing deep into the tortured girl's sex.

With a brutal push, her entire hand entered. Stephanie's muscles clenched tightly around the fist in an attempt to keep it from penetrating any deeper. Star began to punch hard into her. There was no mistaking that this was not to be enjoyed at all. She continued to force her hand in with all her might, pushing ever deeper inside. The warm squish of blood began to cover her hand as she continued to rape Stephanie. It was the most liberating feeling Star had ever felt. Devil moved up along Stephanie's right side. His large hands palmed her swollen, discolored breasts. He gave them a brutal squeeze, forcing another cry to squeak out.  The bandings cut into her flesh even more. 

Star pulled her blood-covered hand from Stephanie's stretched cunt and laughed. She wiped the disgusting mess on the inside of the girl's thighs and stepped aside.  Angel laughed almost hysterically as she looked at the torn pussy. She then picked up a large wooden bat. The smooth finished had been obliterated. Tiny nails had been partially hammered into it and bent so that the heads stuck up at odd angles, leaving it studded with little metal peaks. Angel placed the wide end of the bat against the abused fuckhole and began to push the bat inside.

Star then handed Devil a smaller version of the wire whip. He took a step back and began to whip Stephanie's breasts. The wire cut deep into the bulging flesh. Some of the blood splattered when the whip tore into the flesh. The bat was pushing deeper and deeper inside her as the nail heads ripped the lining of her pussy. Despite the pain and the blood loss, she was still very aware of everything. Star began to thrust the bat in and out at a frenzied pace, shredding her inside. The bat twisted with every thrust, causing even more pain to ripple through Stephanie. The wire whip twanged and slashed the fleshy globes on her chest, leaving them mangled and deformed.  Once Devil finished with the beating, he whispered into Angel's ear. She cackled with delight and disappeared for a moment. 

Star withdrew the bloodied bat from Stephanie's now worthless cunt. Angel had returned with a battery-powered lantern. For some reason this served as a very foreboding sign for Stephanie. It clicked on and shed a small patch of light over the area. Devil unscrewed the light bulb, leaving most of the room in darkness again. The noose was removed from her throat. An unfamiliar buzz filled the room. Suddenly, Stephanie felt something pulling at her hair. Angel laughed as she tossed a handful of hair onto the girl's face. She continued to shave large patches of her thick blonde hair, tossing the discarded hair onto the floor. 

Star appeared with another syringe. This injection made her very groggy. She felt as if any moment she would pass out. Her last memory was of a warm bulbous object being forced into her pussy slowly, then brutal thrust of the bat. Thousands of tiny shards imbedded in her lining as she passed out from the shot. Her restraints were removed before she was flipped over onto her stomach. They left her body free as they began to brutally finger her ass. Blood began to flow from there as well as they stretched it. Devil's thick fingers pried it further and further apart until it was torn enough to push the bat inside. He began to maliciously hammer into her with the thick wooden torture device. 

When they were entirely satisfied that she had been tortured enough they drug her behind the building and dumped several bottles of bleach over her naked body. The three disappeared into the night leaving her there. It wasn't long before her body was found and taken to the hospital. Time passed and after a couple months, her body had healed enough for her to return to work. Stephanie was no longer the ice queen that the other employees feared. She was now nothing more than a broken shell of a human being. When she finally returned to the office, everyone was shocked.

Her desk was in plain view of Denise's. She had waited for this day since the attack happened. Everyone was warned the day before of Stephanie's return and fragile emotional condition. Several people had bought cards and left them on her desk, along with a large bouquet of deep red roses. No one knew who had sent them and there were many rumors flying about them. Denise sat at her desk anxiously, and the phone receiver clutched in her hand. A cruel smile crossed her lips as she saw Stephanie at her desk, opening the card. She stared blankly at the writing for a moment before dropping it to the floor. She looked around and began to sob loudly as she collapsed to her knees beside her desk. The large red letters scrawled on the card read "Remember bitch. I am watching you."

"Yeah Angie. She just read it.  The look on her face was priceless. I wish you and Dev could be here to see it. Thanks again for all your help. I think the bitch finally learned her lesson."


 






