Undercover

UNDERCOVER

Taken from the table, Jessica’s next stop is the bondage chair to taste the cane.

Chapter Four

       The constant application of the ammonia capsules keeps her conscious.  Pain wracked, nauseated and claustrophobically bound face up on the wet table while surrounded by the multitude of sadistic onlookers, Jessica borders on hysteria.  The acrid scent of the aftermath of the burns from the electrical current jolted through her tortured, wet  breasts and vagina faintly drift through the room as she feels her wrists and ankles unbound from the ends of the table.

       Barely coherent, she feels Beth’s hand running through her matting hair and gripping it.  Her head tugged toward her side, rasping for breath through the saliva and mucus streaking across her face she’s barely able to see through her tear welled swollen eyes as she feels the shock of the ice cold, yet burning brine water again sadistically splashed across her naked flesh.

       “Ooooomph!”  Barely able to grunt through the ‘O’ ring, the salty water also striking across her face, the taste gags her as it floods her mouth and nostrils as it splashes across  her head onto the table.  Her body reflexively stiffens; lurches as the range of painful sensations overwhelm her.

       “Jessica… Jessica!”  Beth’s voice rings in Jessica’s ears as she blurredly stares toward the voice through her burning eyes.  “Get up, let’s go….  You’ve just started girl!”  Feeling her right nipple sadistically gripped, twisted by fingers jerking at the safety pin, she hears Beth’s voice continuing, “Get off that table or I’ll drag you to the next room by your bare tits!... Come on!”

       Feeling her shoulder tugged, her body jerked around on the cold flat metal to get her started, her ankles hang over the edge as she grunts, somehow twisting on her own.  Slipping her bound legs off the table as her restricted body begins to uncontrollably twist, she grunts as her hands flail high off her outstretched arms, her buttocks slipping across the edge of the table.  “Oomph!”  Her hips barely catching the metal edge, she uncontrollably twists and falls face forward toward the wet floor below, straight as a board.  “Thwack!”

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Dropping to the floor, landing across her swollen pain wracked breasts, she’s barely able to twist her face away in time as she body slams face down between the parting crowd.  The air forced from her lungs, rasping for breath, she lays face down in the cold mixture of fluids collecting across the hard wooden floor.  Her battered and bruised body spasms uncontrollably in the ever tightening plastic straps as her glazed eyes blankly stare past the multitude of legs surrounding her.

       “Ops!... Those tits are like cushions!”   Beth smirks while kneeling down, her own bare breasts swaying.  Grabbing Jessica’s arms at the strap across her elbows, she adds, “Need some help getting up?”  Deb, stepping between Jessica and the table also grips her at the elbows as both lift up; arching her bound body into a backward semi arch, her thighs and hips still on the wet floor as she’s painfully bowed.  Her strapped arms raised straight up in the air, her bulging breasts discolored to a deep purplish, and bruised, oozing blood from the pinned nipples, thrust straight out and apart from her arched torso.

       “Come on, stand up, you can sit in the next room while you get these tits worked over!”  Beth scoffs as she grips Jessica by her bound breasts as Deb tugs on her arms at the same time.

       Lifted upright onto her feet, Jessica’s barely able to maintain her equilibrium as Deb keeps a firm grip on her arms as she’s turned toward the archway between the parting group of people.  “Come on; take us over to the next room… Bitch!”  Beth scolds as she steps toward the hallway.  “Come on!”

       Staggering, hardly able to walk, to support her own weight, she’s led along with Deb’s unsympathetic assistance.  Her eyes fixated on the floor just ahead of her bare feet, she begins to shuffle toward her next torture.  Not wanting to fall helplessly face first again, the pain wracking her body, she parts the crowd as her battered, engorged breasts bobble in front of her.  Again led into the next room, she notices the slotted, open seated chair in the middle of the floor is already vacant with straps hanging off it.  Traces of blood tingeing the shellacked wooden frame of the specially built apparatus are obviously remnants from the girl she’d seen being beaten earlier.

       Led to the front of the chair, she’s turned to face the crowd by Deb as Beth has what appears to be a box cutter in her right hand.   Wide eyed she watches as the knife flips between her thighs, then knees and finally her ankles as the buried straps snap apart, painfully stretching out and off from her bulging flesh.  The searing pain of the plastic draw ties tearing from her embedded flesh causes her knees to tremble as she nearly falls backwards while Deb continues to hold her harshly upright, forcing her calves against the front of the chair.

       “Sit her down!”  Beth orders Deb as she momentarily waits with the box cutter still in hand.  “Let’s cut those tits loose so we can make ‘em dance for the folks, okay Jess?!” Again using the knife, Beth grips Jessica’s right breast as she’s shoved back on the chair, jabbing the sharp razor sharp blade into the outer side of the globe, prying for the draw-tight.

       “Aaaggghhh!”  Feeling the blade nicking her tit flesh, the thin plastic ties snapping open, flexing off her tortured breast, the pain of the jab’s instantly overwhelmed by the fresh blood flow rushing through her swollen globe as it bounces free.  “Aggghhhhhh” The searing pain of her left breast being jabbed and unbound quickly follow as Beth harshly jabs the razor tip into that plastic strap, freeing the swollen left breast.

       Jerking, twisting, Jessica’s naked body slides across the wooden slates as her breasts bounce, slap together, the fresh nicks dripping specks of blood down the sides of her ribcage as Deb continues to hold her by her raised arms.  The largest group yet pack the room, surrounds the chair as they watch Jessica being prepared for her breast flogging.  Kneeling, Beth uses some fresh draw-tights, binding Jessica’s ankles to the bottom legs of the chair type apparatus. Forcing Jessica’s knees wide apart, her own bare breast flattening against a knee, Beth straps Jessica’s thighs toward the top of the wooden legs causing her buttocks to spread across the chair’s open seat, her puffy vulva gapped apart, vulnerably exposed.

       “There!... Might as well give her pussy some attention too, huh!... Right Jess?”  Beth scoffs while double checking the draw-tights before reaching between her thighs, unsnapping and sliding the safety pin out of her oozing clit.  “There, that better?” Standing and reaching for Jessica’s arms, she adds, “Let’s rearrange these too!” While she slashes at the thin black plastic straps one at a time above her head.

       “Hold her Deb.”  Beth orders as she folds Jessica’s right arm behind her neck after freeing it.  Slipping a draw-tight around Jessica’s wrist, she slips it tightly around her bicep close to her armpit, forcing them to press together as she tugs.  Quickly following suite with the other arm, she then forces both bent elbows back behind her.  Stretching a draw-tight around both, she snuggly tugs a couple, three hard jerks.

       “Oomph!... Oomph!!!... Aggghhhhhh!!”  Each jerk forces a grunt from Jessica’s ‘O’ ring as her tightly cramped arms draw back behind her shoulders, her spread elbows forced toward one another from behind forcing her torso to painfully thrust forward as her swaying breasts separate.  Her naked body now bound spread eagled to the seat, her chest thrust out; her wobbling, bare breasts present themselves as fascinating targets for the engrossed crowd.

       Standing in front of the chair, smiling, Beth kneels and looks directly into Jessica’s glazed eyes as she palms the global mounds.  “You think that little workout these things went through earlier was something, wait till I use a soaked cane on ‘em!... But first, let me unpin them so I have a good target right across these nubs.”  Unsnapping the left, then right safety pin, she slides them free from the tinged nipples.  Turning toward Deb, reaching for the willowy cane in her hand, she orders.  “Stand behind her and continue to give her good strong whiffs off a fresh capsule… I want her really alert for this!

       Smelling the acrid odor with again the bitter taste, gagging through the mouth gag, Jessica’s eyes widen.  Again alerted she watches Beth take a stance toward her right, the four foot or so glistening cane in her right hand slowly flexing back and forth.  Feeling Deb grip the back of her bound arms and tugging downward on her hair, she can’t resist her breasts being forced out and upwards, the pair of tinged safety pins gone from her spread nipples.

       “Okay Jessica, how ‘bout an even dozen!”  Beth directs.  “Also, I think Deb should count ‘em out for us, don’t you Jess? I hope she doesn’t miss, or forget or it won’t count and we’ll have to start all over!... Ready?  Hold her out here for me, Deb!”

       Feeling herself arched back, her breasts pushed outward while sensing the crowd forming tighter around the chair, her eyes squint as the cane swishes toward her trembling bare breasts.  “Thwack!”

       “Aggghhhhhh!!!” Lurching, jerking backwards, Jessica screams through the ‘O’ ring as the brine soaked bamboo sinks into the already tortured flesh of her battered globes, the pain almost becoming irrelevant as to all the other imposed on her already.

       “That’s one!”  Deb enthusiastically counts out, holding Jessica’s quivering body down across the wooden seat by pressing down across her shoulders.

       “Lift her tits up for me.”  Beth orders as she steps just to the side of the chair.

       Reaching around, cupping both breasts, lifting them upward, Deb glances from one to the other as she glances toward Beth.   “How’s this?”

       “Watch your hands…. Keep ‘em underneath and push up…. That’s it … Hold ‘em right there!... I don’t think she felt that first one enough!”  Beth directs as she flexes the cane just above the upturned nipples.  “Thwack!!... Thwack!!”

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  The scream echoes throughout the room as Beth harshly backhands, then forehands the cane across the left, then right nipples as Jessica’s eyes blink upwards in her tilting head.

       “Hold ‘em tight!... That’s’ better!”  Beth grunts as she flails back and forth, again back and forth.  “Thwack!... Thwack!”… Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!”

       “Agghhhh!... Agghhhh!!”… Aaaagggghhhhhh!!!”  Jessica’s screams are interrupted by the severe back and forth flogging, her breasts jerking , bounce free as Deb slips her hands back, gripping and hanging onto both jerking elbows.

       Stopping and glancing toward Deb, her breath raspy, Beth grunts, "How many now?”

       Glancing over Jessica’s trembling shoulders toward her still quivering striped breasts, Deb shakes her head back and forth.  God!... Six, seven…Hell, maybe even eight?”

       “Okay… Okay, a few more!”  Beth rasps as she lurches forward.  “Thwack… Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!!”   Stepping back, slightly bending over with her hands on her knees, her own breasts glistening, hanging down, and swaying back and forth, Beth glances toward the crisscrossing bright red welts covering Jessica’s bruised breasts as a trace of urine trickles down across the floor from under the seat.  “There… That’s a couple more!” She grunts, nodding at the same time toward Jessica’s closed eyes.  “More ammonia!”

       Gurgling, wheezing, her chest on fire, Jessica gags as she smells the familiar stench of the breaking capsule.  Shaking her head, jerking at Deb’s hand still holding her hair tight, she again grunts while helplessly struggling with her legs bound to the chair.

       “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!… Thwack!!!”  Across her flailing breasts, back and forth, up and down, the cane constantly centered across the bleeding nipples.  The continuous crackling of the flogging drowns out Jessica’s guttural screams mixed with spittle emitting from her ‘O’ ring as the brine sprays from off her bare chest with each lashing.

       “I… I think that’s at least a dozen, Beth!”  Deb, for the first time blurts out, holding up a hand, almost a sense of concern in her voice as Jessica’s head again slumps back as she can barely grunt.  “She’s got a long way to go tonight if you want her conscious for it all!”

       “Stretch her tits out toward her sides by the nipples… Just a couple more, then I’m done!”  Beth scolds.  “Hold ‘em tight too!”

       Kneeling, reaching around both sides and tightly gripping the swollen nipples between her thumbnails and fingernails, Deb stretches, tugs the bruised melons outwards.  “Okay… Ready!”

       Standing directly in front of the chair, noticing Jessica’s swollen eyes gazing from her flushed face, Beth realizes she’s nearly incoherent as she raises the cane.  “Swish… Thwack! Swish… Thwack!”  The cane flicks downward, then instantly upward tearing Jessica’s right breast from Deb’s fingertips. Harsh red welts instantly crossing horizontally over and under her flexing globe.

       Stepping to the right of the chair, Beth glances toward Deb.  “Let it go, hang on to the other one!”  Again glancing toward Jessica’s expressionless face, a steady drool of saliva spewing down off her chin from the ‘O’ ring dripping between her breasts, she watches her naked body trembling as another trickle of urine dribbles, splashes on the floor from under the chair.  Stepping forward, Beth raises the cane.  “Hold her head back!”

       “Swish… Thwack!”  Another red welt streaks across the soaked tit flesh as Deb grips tight, the nipple dripping blood while still pinched between the nails as Jessica’s glistening body uncontrollably shakes.

       “Swish… Thwack!” A harsh underhand and the cane bends through the air, ripping into Jessica’s under globe tearing her nipple from between Deb’s fingers.  Both breasts jerking, bounces and sways as Jessica’s head tilts back and toward her side in Deb’s grip.

       Stopping, Beth glances toward Jessica’s welted body, back toward Deb.  Slowly nodding, lowering the crimson tinged cane while taking a breath, she wipes the moisture from her own bare chest.  “I… I guess that’s enough.  Let the group look her over for awhile and then wake her again…. We’ll get her to the next room while she’s capable to continue.”