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Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy which contains graphic descriptions of sex, violence, rape, non-consensual imprisonment, scatology and torture. It is definitely NOT for anyone under 21 or anyone who is offended by such material. This story is fictional and any resemblance to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental.
The story is long and I will happily add further chapters if people let me know they are interested in more - I welcome comments and suggestions from readers but all flames will be ignored.
Group XS
Preface
The girl hung from a metal frame securely bolted to the wall. The frame was like a wide metal ladder, shaped rather like the number “4” – her torso fixed to the sloping side, her arms straight down the uprights and her thighs to the underside of the horizontal part.
The effect was to thrust the naked girl's ass out invitingly and, the way her legs had been drawn apart to the edges of the frame, force her tender sex on display.
The girl was only dimly aware of the shadowy figures in the room with her.
She was in pain from her position: they had not been kind to her. The girl's breasts had been pulled between two of the rungs on the ladder-like frame - rungs peppered with short, sharp, spikes – and the rungs had been slowly ratcheted together so her breasts now bulged obscenely like two dark purple balloons. She had not been strapped to the frame; she had been bound to the frame with wire.
The girl was aware of a new figure entering the room. She tried to turn her head to see who it was, but the wire passed through her tongue and wound round the rung in front of her prevented any but the smallest movement.
Then she was aware of the newcomer coming close to her, aware of soft female hands stroking her, aware of expensive perfume… a perfume she recognised.
The girl felt a leather-gloved hand stroke gently down her back and expertly manipulate her pussy, teasing the lips apart and stroking her most secret parts, teasing her clitoris until she felt a shudder of pleasure. Abruptly the fingers stopped.
A soft female voice whispered to her in her own language. “You never could control yourself, could you? Perhaps I need to teach you another lesson…”
The girl recognised the voice, a voice which had haunted her nightmares and waking hours for years. A voice from which she had run halfway across the world. She started to scream.
She was screaming long before the first blows of the bullwhip struck her back; she was still screaming as the heavy cat found the soft flesh between her legs; she was still screaming when the cane found her breasts. She stopped screaming as she passed out from the rain of blows she had received from the rubber hose.
The dungeon was quiet for the first time in over two hours; quiet, that is, except for the rhythmical SWISHHHH!! THUNKKKK!!! of the rubber hose which continued the unconscious girl's relentless punishment.
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