Laura's Torture

Laura's Torture

4: Laura and Jane

Back in her flat, Laura didn't worry too much about Jane's warning. But her mind kept going back to the belt, and to the feeling of excitement when the leather struck Jane's fair skin, leaving angry red welts. Laura obviously had a dominant streak, and she promised herself that she would dominate again.

It was some days before Martha telephoned Laura again. "Come to the club tonight", she said in a low voice, "and you'll get another chance to show your dominant side". Laura couldn't resist the invitation. She turned up at the door, rang the bell, and was met by Martha, who led her to the same door, the door to the torture chamber.

As Laura entered, her hands were seized from behind, and a gag was clamped on her mouth. She tried to resist, but whoever held her was too strong. She realised that she had been duped into coming. She had no idea what was going to happen to her, but she knew it would be something bad, Her mouth was dry with fright as she was dragged, still struggling, to a low bench. Her arms and legs were stretched to their limits and tied to the corners of the bench with thick ropes which bit into her wrists and ankles. She saw Martha approach with a large knife. Was she going to use it on her? Martha sensed Laura's fear and brought the tip of the knife close to her neck. Laura was rigid with fear and tried to remain as still as possible. Martha touched the knife blade to the side of Laura's neck, and pushed it in just enough to indent the skin. Laura moaned with fear. But just as suddenly, Martha took the knife away. "I'm not going to cut you just yet, my dear, but I'll think about how it would feel." She chuckled to herself, then inserted the knife under Laura's top and, with a single sweep, cut the garment in two, leaving Laura's breasts and stomach helplessly exposed. She cut away the rest of her clothes, so that Laura lay stretched naked on the bench, like a sacrificial offer. Then Martha started to talk to Laura in a soft cruel cruel voice, walking round her naked bound body. From time to time she put the point of the knife on different parts of her body, breasts, thighs, belly, pricking the skin lightly until a small drop of blood appeared. Each time Laura shrieked with fear and pain. "You think I'm going to hurt you, but I have a surprise for you", she said. You are certainly going to be hurt, but tonight it's Jane's turn. Time for her revenge." Laura blenched. She realised how much Jane hated her after that whipping with the leather belt. "I've told Jane to show you what real pain is. She's picked out some nice torture implements from my collection. I've told her not to do you any permanent harm, because we're going to need you in the club for other sessions, but I've also told her that she can mark you as much as she wants. You think that I hurt you that first session, but this is going be much, much worse. Jane is a great girl. She loves causing pain, a real born sadist. Come on Jane, time for you to start."

Laura saw Jane emerge from a dark part of the room and walk slowly to the bench. She was grinning from ear to ear, and was clearly looking forward to her session as a torturer. She was dressed in Jeans. Her top was bare, her breasts swinging from side to side as she walked. She was wearing black leather gloves, and Laura could see with trepidation but also excitement that small sharp metal spikes were embedded in the leather fingers. Just behind Jane, Martha was wheeling a small trolley on which were several tools or instruments - Laura couldn't make out their details.

"Let's make a start" said Jane, "and see how much you can stand. But I'm really quite kind, so we'll begin with a soothing massage". With that she put her gloved hands on Laura's naked belly. The spikes in the gloves dug into Laura's delicate skin, leaving small red marks. She had not yet drawn blood, but the gloves hurt her and she gave small shrieks every time Jane's hands touched her belly, then her thighs. Within minutes her skin was red from chest to knees. Then, without warning, Jane grabbed both breasts with her gloved hands, and squeezed hard. Laura shrieked as the spikes drove through her skin. When Jane took her hands away, Laura saw that her breasts were covered with small drops of blood.

"You think that hurt?" said Jane. "That was just a small taste. Now I'm going to hurt you properly. Let's see if you can stand my teeth. I love biting hard, and I love to see the marks of my teeth on my victim's skin. And I think I'll use a blindfold on you so that you won't know where my teeth are going to strike next." Jane signalled to Martha and another girl, and Laura was turned on her belly with the ropes binding her wrists and ankles even tighter. She could hardly move. Martha bound a black scarf around Laura's eyes, tying it behind her head. Laura could no longer see anything. All she could think of was her back, her bum, her legs, her arms, and the pain that she was about to feel. Where would Jane bite her, and how hard? Martha's teeth had hurt her quite badly that first time, but she had found the experience exciting. Even now, in spite of her real fear, she could feel the tingling in her pussy.

Long minutes passed without any sound, without torture. With each second, Laura's anticipation increased. She could almost feel the touch of Jane's mouth, but still there was no movement. Then it happened. She felt teeth gripping a fold of her back just below the left shoulder. She gasped with surprise, then held her breath as the grip of the teeth steadily increased. After a few seconds the sharp pain began, and Laura started to cry. But Jane did not let go. She bit down harder and harder, grinding her jaws in a chewing motion which was even more painful. "Stop", shrieked Laura, "I can't take any more". But the more Laura shrieked, the harder Jane bit. She was certainly getting her revenge. After a minute, Jane let go. She laughed. "Look at those marks", she said. "Those are going to show for quite a while. Did you enjoy that?" "No, whispered Laura weakly". "It really hurt bad." "It was meant to. But I've only just started." With that Jane sank her teeth into the back of Laura's thigh, just below her bum, and chewed hard until Jane screamed again. Then she paused, while Laura lay helpless, moaning softly with the pain in her leg. "Can I bite right though her skin and draw blood?", Laura heard Jane ask someone, presumably Martha. "Go ahead, enjoy yourself" came the reply. Laura felt Jane pinch up a fold of skin at the back of her calf and then those sharp teeth struck again. Harder and harder Jane bit into the soft flesh. The bite seemed to go on for ever, and the agony increased with every second. Then Laura felt something wet trickling down her lower leg. Jane had punctured the skin and drawn blood. The pain was terrible. Jane giggled as she looked at the damage she had done to Laura's leg. She really was enjoying the torture session. That was the worst of the bites that day, but Jane went on biting Laura many times, hard long painful bites on her arms, back, bum, thighs and calves.

Jane hardly resisted as the blindfold was removed and she was turned on her back. "Let's try something different" said Jane, as Laura gazed up at her with fear in her eyes. She now knew that Jane would stop at nothing to hurt her. Jane turned to the trolley and picked up one tool after another. Eventually she chose a pair of spring-loaded pliers, with serrated metal jaws which could be adjusted by means of a screw. Laura had seen similar ones in her Dad's workshop, and had once tried them on her forearm. They had left a red mark, and Laura had not dared to use them with the jaws set closer. Jane adjusted the screw until the jaws were half an inch or so apart. Then she grabbed a fold of skin on Laura's ribs, just below the breast, opened the jaws, placed the pliers on the skin and pressed them shut. All this time she looked straight into Laura's eyes to see her reaction. The metal jaws pressed into the skin, hurting, but not more than Laura could stand. She remained silent and stared back into Jane's eyes. "I can see that we have a long way to go" grinned Jane as she opened the pliers and turned the screw to close the jaws a little more. She picked up the same fold of skin and closed the pliers on it. This time the pain was sharp, and Laura yelled with pain. A third time the screw was tightened and the jaws closed on Laura's skin. Now the pain was almost unbearable. Would Jane tighten the screw again? When she closed the pliers on Jane for a fourth time, Laura let out a blood-curdling scream. She had never felt such pain before. But instead of opening the jaws again, Jane left the pliers hanging on Laura while the victim shrieked in agony. Then Jane picked up the handle of the instrument and started to twist and turn it to make the pain even worse.

"I think that's enough for this session" said Martha. But Laura had fainted.