PART 33
The contacts in the switch touch, a surge of 120 volts of sharp, searing
current flashes through the wires to Tiffany's nipples, coursing through her
body to flow in agonizing pulses into her clitoris and back to the console. then redirected back to her rigid, convulsing and shaking
body. She strains at the straps holding her, screaming and shuddering as
the savage electricity assaults her body. Her screams are a continuous
wail of terror and agony. She trembles and shakes ,
her hair flying about as she throws her head back and forth. Si Lun and the others watch as Tiffany thrashes like a fish on
a hook. 2 minutes, 5 minutes, the electricity continues, 10 minutes pass
before Si Lun stops the terror.
Tiffany slumps against the restraining straps, whimpering and sobbing, her body
convulsing and shaking.
"STOP!! Please STOP!! I can't stand
anymore!! SSTTOOPP!!!!! My God STOP!!!"
"Stop? Sweetheart I'm just beginning! You know? You are
absolutely gorgeous when the power is on, so
rigid, bent in a bow, shaking and convulsing? I'm going to up it to 140
and we can all watch, and enjoy. "
Si Lun turns a knob on the console and the voltage
indicator moves to 140 volts. With an evil smile she reaches for the control
switch.
Tiffany's eyes bulge in terror as she watches.
"NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
Her body once again bows up in an arc, muscles shuddering and convulsing,
Tiffany thrashes in her bondage. Her shrieks of agony pierce the air as
Si Lun jolts her in 10 minute pulses. The
monstrous torment goes on more than an hour. Tiffany struggles and strains,
wailing and screaming. The sweat of torture pours from her quaking body,
splashing to the floor in streams, aiding the flow of the barbarous current,
and one of the most enjoyable facets of this barbaric display of monstrous
torture, for Si Lun, is the fact that Tiffany is a
completely innocent victim and is wholly powerless to stop it. She
knows nothing of value. This is torture for the savoring of inflicting
savage pain upon the hapless victim. Watching her magnificent body thrash and
convulse as the fiendish Si Lun inflicts her
merciless torture.
Si Lun tortures Tiffany with ever increasing levels
of current. While in the throes of a prolonged period, in which the
application of 200 volts of electricity surges through her, Tiffany falls
mercifully into a state of unconsciousness, despite the administration of the
Dr's new stimulants.. It seems the body can
endure for just so long before it simply shuts down.
"Damn! How can I do my work and enjoy myself if this bitch keeps
passing out. Well we'll just leave her hooked up and I can resume later
when she revives. Till then I'll see if this little interlude has given our
stalwart leader a chance to reconsider his stubbornness."
Carlos hangs suspended by the wide leather straps, his huge organ hard as a
rock, quivering. Despite his own pain he stares in horror at Tiffany's heinous
electro-torture. Needles and skewers bristle from the flesh of his penis, blood
and fluids running down over his turgid member to dribble onto the floor
between his splayed thighs. He is obviously extremely proud of his hugely
developed genitals since he has kept them shaved and completely free of hair,
how thoughtful.
Si Lun kneels between those heavily muscled
thighs. They quiver and vibrate when she reaches out to cup his large
dangling testicles, squeezing and rolling them in her hand. He winces and Si Lun smiles, a perverted smirk on her face.
"Surely they can't hurt brave man. I haven't done anything to them,,,,,,,,Yet!"
"You whore bitch! When I get loose from here you will pay for
this."
"Deary me! I'm trembling. Go ahead, dream
on about surviving and getting free, ain't never gonna happen, idiot.! My
advice to you is, tell me what I want or these jewels I hold in my hand will
suffer the consequences."
"Fuck you, you mindless bitch!"
Si Lun turns to the ever present brazier and removes
a long glowing needle. Pinching the flesh of his scrotum tightly around
one testicle she places the point to the delicate oval and slowly forces it
into and through it. Carlos screams like one
being torn asunder as the needle thrusts through the globe. She
barely hesitates as she draws another needle, piercing the other sphere.
Twice more she pierces them. Carlos thrashes and struggles against the
straps, his shrieks of agony echoing in the room as he howls in excruciating
pain.
"Feel more talkative?"
"I'll see you in Hell first whore!"
"Yes! And I'm going to take you there. A little bit at a time."
Si Lun rises and goes to her cache of toys, returning
once more to kneel between his thighs, a leather pouch rolled in her
hand. She sets it on the floor and unraveling it reveals several rows of
glittering instruments, scalpels, knives, hooks, tweezers and other gleaming
goodies, sharpened to keen edges and points.
She reaches to his nut sack, pulling down and circling the flesh above the
tender globes, stretching the skin around them till it shines like polished
metal, taking a wicked looking pointed blade from the pouch. She scratches the
tight skin covering his gonads. Carlos tenses but dare not move.
One slip and he could lose his precious stones.
Si Lun looks up to his sweat covered face and a
terrible smile spreads across her face...
"Talk to me you stupid fool, or I'm going to make you a screaming
soprano!"
"Go to hell cunt!!"
Si Lun sets about her grisly task with relish.
Placing the point of the blade between the tight globes she traces a light
stroke from above them downward and underneath.
There are millions of tiny capillaries in the sack holding his quaking nuts and
blood spurts in a torrent over her hands, splashing to the floor. A earsplitting shriek of pain bursts from Carlos's mouth.
"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
He arches up, straining against the straps. Si Lun
removes her hand and Carlo's testicles drop free of the slit sack that had
cradled them. They hang below the split bag, jiggling as he thrashes held
only by the connecting vessels. She deftly pulls the now empty sack to
one side and with a quick twist of her wrist severs the entire scrotum that had
held his balls, tossing it aside,no longer of any
use. The two globes swing back and forth, blood and fluids cascading
down. Carlos is screaming and wailing in excruciating pain. Si Lun has not castrated him, she
merely removed the fleshy bag that had enclosed the sensitive orbs.
Removed from the protective sack they hang, swinging to and fro.
"Talk"
"NEVER!!!!!"
Si Lun picks up another implement from her cache of
instruments. It looks like a pair of pliers with spoon like cups for
jaws. She cups one of Carlos's eviscerated balls between the bowls and slowly
squeezes the handles. Carlos's eyes nearly
pop from his head as Si Lun begins crushing one of
the hanging ovals. His head thrashes side to side, the inhuman screams
pour from his lips, as his most valued possessions, first cut from his body,
are now being viciously and slowly crushed. A squishy pop and the oval
bursts, juices squirt out around the curved cups. Si Lun
asks again and again for the information sought. Unable
to speak through the agony he hakes his head. Si Lun slides the other testicle between the jaws of the
pincher and grinds it to an oozing pulp, blood and gore gushing from the jaws
of the ferocious tool. Carlos screams in mindless agony as his precious
gonads are viciously destroyed.
Si Lun moves back and stands, looking down on the
broken husk she has created. Carlos wails and moans in unimaginable pain, his
entire frame shaking and trembling. He still remains silent as to their
plans
Si Lun is enjoying the experience of a lifetime of
torment and torture. A subject of seemingly limitless
tolerance of pain, on whom she is unencumbered by restraint as to what she may
do.
She has the Sergeant wheel over another larger brazier on which a large iron
kettle sits, it's contents steaming and bubbling.
To Be Continued............
