Torture The Widow

Chapter 26 – High Tech Torture 2

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The Frame quickly and efficiently moved the shit stuffed me to the next station. I would have killed for some Listerine. My stomach felt like an over inflated balloon but instead of air it was packed with my feces. I kept belching up horrible tasting stuff that I had to re-swallow.

"Your beautiful breasts may never recover from this next phase. Such a shame," said Portia. "But beauty doesn't last forever."

"Men will lose their erection when you take off your blouse, Rozz. They will look at what's left of your tits and decide to stick their cocks elsewhere," laughed Colette.

"Hey, I didn't sign on to be mutilated, " I cried. I have very nice 36C knockers that love to be sucked and were attractive to my sexual partners. I'm extremely proud of them. I didn't want to become a freak. This was getting out of hand.

I was terrified as I moved toward a complicated appearing machine whose salient feature was a collection of clear plastic tubes. Once in place the Control Room staff guided the plexi-glass tubes over the end of my breasts. A short burst of suction drew the end of my tits into the tubes. Some sort of gel had been placed over the beveled edges of the tubes to insure an airtight connection. It was a more complicated arrangement than I had seen in other dungeons where suction was used for tit torture. It was then that I saw the kicker.

There was a smaller vertical tube intersecting the larger horizontal tube that was fitted around my knockers. When I looked up I saw there was a two inch steel ball poised at the top of the vertical tube. I quickly got the idea. Suck my nipples out as far as they would reach then drop the ball on the elongated nipple. I squirmed at the very thought of how it would feel when that ball landed.

"Sorry, I forgot to turn on your monitor,' said Lars as a flat panel screen in the rear of the station jumped to life. There I was on the screen looking pathetic, nauseated, and scared shitless. The Pain Portal would allow me to watch myself as I suffered. My face was a mask of fear and terror as the tit torture commenced.

I'd been subjected to rudimentary suction torture before. It hurts like hell. The last time had been several years ago. A domme used a hand-cranked vacuum pump to suck my tit deep into a tube. I recall it as a moment of sheer agony as I watched my flesh being distorted. My veins became visible and ugly. When he released the vacuum, my boob looked like a soup can. His assistant handed him a bees-wax candle and he dropped wax on my misshapen knocker while I screamed and cursed.

The Pain Portal went into action. To make it interesting to them and to maximize my torture, they did one breast at a time. I heard the whirr of a vacuum motor and the hiss of escaping air. I watched as my right breast began to slowly and painfully proceed down the length of the tube. The tube was narrower than my breast and it would have been fascinating to watch my breast adapt itself to the smaller volume but I was too busy screaming in pain. My nipple got long too, longer than it had ever been.

I recall learning somewhere in Physics Class that, "nature abhors a vacuum." When I stopped screaming to gain enough breath for another scream, I could hear the relentless whir of the pump extracting air from the tube. My breast was totally misshapen and my nipple was a good two inches long. The vertical tube was directly over my nipple. The system stopped so my torturers could throw in a few taunts.

"The little metal ball will crush your nipple. Will it not?" It was Colette's voice in my ear. She had a great smirk in her voice that conveyed what a terrific time she was having torturing me.

"Yes, please don't drop it. I can't stand any more pain," I whimpered.

"If you had swallowed my butt shake a few seconds faster, you would be here preparing to smash my nipple," said Colette teasingly.

"Yes," I answered. She had me there. I'd be wetting myself contemplating how it would look and feel when that ball smashed Colette's nipple. I'd be staring in her pain-riveted face attempting to connect to the misery I was causing her.

"I will show you the same mercy that you would have shown me," said Colette.

"Oh God, please don't," I begged.

"On the count of three," said Colette.

Colette counted in French then released the ball. The ball weighed maybe a half-kilogram. It was approximately three feet over my left tit when Colette placed the mouse cursor over the Release button and clicked it. My eyes watched in horror as it fell. It flattened the vacuum-extended nipple, bounced up, and fell three more times before it came to rest. Drops of my blood splattered the inside of the Plexiglas. The end of my left breast looked like a semi-trailer had run over it. I spent the next two minutes announcing my agony. Then I heard and felt the system go to work on my left breast.

I'd never seen myself scream in quite the way as I did then. I stared at myself in the monitor. The veins in my forehead and temples were visible. The tendons and muscles in my neck looked stretched to the point of rupture. I didn't want to look at myself but I couldn't tear my eyes away as I watched myself shriek my agony.

"Portia, this is fabulous," whispered Colette. "Did you see how Rozz reacted?"

"Yes, it is incredible how modern technology has enhanced our lives and increased the enjoyment of the simple things like crushing a slave's nipple," said Portia. "We're capturing all this on digital video by the way. If you provide an email address, we'll send you a copy."

Outside Karen and the other guests were giving the monitor their rapt attention. "We were too fascinated to fuck," said Karen. "We masturbated while we watched you suffer. There wasn't a woman there who did not grab her own tit in sympathy when that ball fell. It must have been beyond unbearable."

Colette teased me once more.

"If I didn't drop it, would you suck the shit out of my French ass for a month, be my toilet slave?" asked Colette.

"Yes, anything," I responded. My eyes were fixed on the ball poised over my left tit. My nipple was at least two inches long. My boob reminded me of a tall can of beer.

"Sorry, but you have already done that," said Colette releasing the ball.

After three more repetitions on each breast, I'd lost all feeling in my nipples. They were flat as a ribbon and bleeding. Everything stopped for a moment.

"Are you ready for some more fun, Rozz?" asked Colette.

"No more, that was enough," I said wondering if my breasts would ever return to their original shape.

"Too bad, we're not done with you,' said Colette.

"You've ruined them," I whimpered. They were still the shape of beer cans with a long bloody ribbon of a nipple dangling off the end.

"Perhaps, but I don't think so. However, if they are I know a man in Paris who loves disfigured breasts. He seeks out females who have a mastectomy and seduces them. I will give you his email address," said Colette. "Henri likes to begin by rubbing his cock over the scar tissue to get it hard then he sucks on the remaining flesh while he fucks their pussy."

That did sounds hot and like something I would like to see but not participate in. At that moment I looked down to see that the tubes were being used to stretch my breasts away from my chest. A complicated looking device surrounded the base of each boob. Servomotors whirred and something began to constrict at the very base of my tits. I could feel it pressing hard against my breastbone. In a matter of seconds, each tit was bound tightly and beginning to turn purple. They looked like those balloons clowns use to entertain children at birthday parties. The glass tubes released me leaving two almost purple cylinders laced with visible veins and flat ribbon nipples seeping blood onto the while tile floor.

That was when I saw the two rings of hypodermic syringes sliding out from the apparatus to encircle my breasts.

"Synthetic African bee venom in a concentrated solution," whispered Portia in my ear. "Pain beyond anything you thought possible."

There were four syringes for each breasts arranged equidistant around the circle. The gage of the needle was the type you ordinarily use for a spinal tap. Don't these people know anything I asked myself? First you use a small gage needle to give a local anesthetic then you stick the big needle in. My bound breasts were swelling, getting bigger, uglier and more discolored by the moment.

The syringe apparatus was positioned at the middle of my elongated boobs. Once again it was one breast at a time. I watched the needles push inward toward my flesh. I was screaming for them to stop. The tips of the four heavy gage needles approached the surface of my flesh. They moved to the point where they depressed but did not puncture the flesh.

"What you wouldn't give for this to be me and not you," said Colette.

I would have given my soul but there were no takers.

"First I will command the needles to sink deep into the sensitive nerve ganglia at the center of your breast," said Colette.

The four needles punctured my breast then moved inward a good two inches. More than once, I'd allowed a dominant to slip the thinnest of needles into my tits but this was different. It felt like four meat skewers were being hammered inside my body. The pain was more than I could bear. I fainted. Moments later I was awaken by the smell of ammonium nitrate.

"We wouldn't want you to miss the most exciting part," laughed Colette.

The Pain Portal was equipped with the facility to awaken victims if they fainted from the agony of their ordeal.

"Now for your injection," said Portia. "This is going to sting."

I was the one in the monitor screaming, as the plungers on the syringes were automatically depressed. It took only a few seconds for the bee venom to work its magic. I screamed for a period, fainted, and was revived to scream again.

Portia had been right. It was pain on a level that the only thing I could compare it to is bone scraping. I'd never had a bone scraped but I had seen it done on occasion. The pain was so intense that the victim could not maintain a conscious state unless chemically stimulated to do so.

"Kill me," I whimpered when I saw they were preparing to inject my other breast.

"And let you miss all the fun, never," said Colette.

I had little recollection of being released from the breast torture station and moving to the next one. They gave me a drink of cool water and another whiff of ammonium nitrate before I moved on.

My breasts were two burning orbs that I half expected to explode into flame. They looked pathetic. My nipples were flat bloody ribbons. The venom caused the flesh to quiver uncontrollably and the tissue had started to swell. Portia's machine had pushed me far beyond my edge.

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"The next station is great fun. Two or more can play," said Portia once the Frame had moved me to the next stop in this circuit of demonic agony. My tits were still burning from the venom and the swelling had continued. They were becoming huge. I kept belching up my own shit.

"What's it called?" asked Colette.

I got to listen to Colette explaining the game to Colette.

"Laser whip," explained Portia. "It's very similar to an arcade game. What we do with this interactive monitor here in the Control Room happens to Rozz in reality. The Frame rapidly passes Rozz through a series of turns and passes. When it stops, a red circle appears on the monitor. The first one of us to accurately aim and fire their laser gun gets points. At the same time, the station will simulate the landing of a whip on Rozz's body. Allow me to demonstrate."

"Colette, see that red circle on the top of Rozz's left tit. Rozz you should be able to see it to if you look in your monitor," said Portia.

"Yes, I see it. It is on the screen here and on Rozz's poor little tortured titty. Such a pity you had such beautiful breasts and now they will cause your lovers to lose their lunch," said Colette taunting me once more.

By forcing my head downward, I could see a two inch red circle at the top of a very bruised and throbbing breast. I could also see what was left of my nipple. Thankfully it had begun to recover some of its original shape.

"Rozz we have a simulated image of you here on a special game monitor in the Control Room. Now see what happens when I point my laser gun and pull the trigger," said Portia.

I heard a loud crack and my tit burst into pain. It felt like the time I was at the Hellfire Club and one of the Whip Masters landed the metal tipped end of a fifteen-foot bullwhip on my boob. It hurt so bad it was hard to catch my breath and scream. I'd read or heard somewhere that laser whips were being developed. The laser would simulate an actual whip with better control and accuracy. I'd never seen one but I had heard there was one at a club in Montreal.

"Ready," asked Portia?

"Ready," replied Colette.

From the soles of my feet to my ear lobes I was whipped. Even the surface between my fingers and toes felt the sting of the laser. My clit had gone numb with pain, as had my labia and the sensitive flesh surrounding the opening to my vagina. For the first time in my life, a whip landed right on my asshole. When I passed out I was revived. My mouth kept filling with shit that escaped my stomach.

It was the most complete and thorough scourging that could be conceived of. My monitor showed Portia and Colette's score as they aimed and fired at me. Portia won but only by a small margin. I was incoherent by the end of the game, a mere babbling clump of screaming flesh in so much pain that my brain could not begin to process it.