The Society of the Rules

Level Z

The metal box

Aurelia was dragged to the security areas, and finally reached that smelly, dark, ugly place. Her collar and shackles were removed and replaced with others even worse, even heavier, which had tiny spikes along the inside to chafe her flesh continuously. Another set of shackles was tightened around her arms, just above her elbows. Her wrist shackles were locked together behind her back and then her forearms were forced together until her elbow touched, so they could be clipped together as well. As she would find out, members of the Z level were deprived the use of their arms most of the time. Before she had time to protest, a large ring was shoved between her teeth, spreading her jaws painfully wide apart. It was then locked in place with a thick leather strap buckled behind her neck. Most of the time, Z members were also deprived the right to speak. She was sobbing and trembling, unable to fully realize what was happening, that she was entering this place of hell never to leave it. 

"You are now Z-6534, Don't forget that number, it will be your new name".

They placed her inside a small metal box. She had to kneel and then press her breasts against her thighs in order to fit in. One of the men had to push with all his weight to close the door. Once closed, it was placed near the water heating system. The heat inside the box soon increased to an incredible level. Tightly packed as she was, Aurelia could hardly breathe. She was sweating profusely and her body odour was overwhelming the atmosphere. With her head bowed and pressed between her knees, Aurelia could hardly see more than a few shadows delineating her thighs and crotch. She could not see whether there were respiration holes or not but she was sure that the air was recycling only very slowly. Her perspiration was dampening the air. Her lungs were fighting to get fresh air. Her gagged mouth was drooling profusely as she panted. Cramps were slowly propagating through her muscles.

She did not have to suffer that for long, but that did not mean she was lucky, for she knew she would be in the hands of the couple she had just seen a few hours ago; only this time there would be other things in their mind than mere sexual pleasure.

The clitoris torture

Two men took Aurelia to one of the dungeons, and secured her to a T-shaped table. Her legs were spread at a 180-degree angle and fixed to the horizontal part of the T with straps at thighs, knees and ankles. Straps at the belly, over the breasts, neck and forehead were holding the rest of her body. Then her arms were fixed to her sides by the ugly manacles that now were her only permanent clothing. The strain on her crotch was unbearable. It seemed to the poor Aurelia that her thigh bones were going to pop out of their sockets. Her sex was gaping wide, her labia stretched thin.

The man and woman entered the chamber, satisfied to see her thus displayed. The trembling, wincing, sweat-covered girl they had now at their mercy was much different from the pampered, sweet-smelling bimbo they had met in the morning. It was obvious that her present state was already bringing her more pain than she could deal with.

"Since you hurt my clitoris, I think we will spend the rest of the day hurting yours" the woman said.

The man simply sat on a chair to enjoy the show and let the girl work on Aurelia's body. The woman approached Aurelia with a pair of clamps, from which small weights were dangling. She applied the clamps to each side of her labia near the top of her mound and let the weights hang over each side of her hips. Aurelia grimaced in pain as her lips were stretched, displaying the pink interior of her sex. This spread her vulva and put her clitoris on display without any protective hood.

The next device was a a tube made of clear plastic with a pump at the end. The woman placed the open end of the tube on Aurelia's feminine nub, and using the bump, brought it to full erection. She still continued pumping a little more elongating the nerve rich area of her body. Feeling her clitoris stretched to twice its usual size, Aurelia winced in pain. Her sweating increased by one level.

"Now we are ready to start" the woman said showing her a box full of needles.

Aurelia's eyes widened at the sight and she tried to utter "no" through her gagged mouth. Her breathing became more laboured and her muscles clenched under her glistening skin.

The woman did not wait any longer and proceeded to push a needle across both tube and clitoris. The flesh was so tightly packed inside the tube that the orifice did not cause the air pressure to diminish, keeping the nub to the greatest length it had ever been in her life, offering plenty of space for more needles. Aurelia was screaming to the top of her lungs. Never had she felt so horrible a pain. From her pierced clitoris, the waves of pain seemed to propagate and explode through her whole lower belly. She was thrashing desperately, trying to break the thick straps that were securing her to the rack. With her her head strapped to the table, she could hardly see what was happening, but from the pain she was feeling she was sure that her clitoris was being torn from her vulva.

Slowly, giving her time for her to feel each piercing, the sadistic woman inserted needle after needle in that sensitive place of her body. Each one brought a more frantic reaction from the poor Aurelia. Her throat was coarse from screaming so much, her limbs were sore from fighting the sturdy restraints. Her crotch was reduced to a fiery ball of throbbing agony. At the end of the process, eight needles had been pierced through her clitoris.

The woman then took a pair of scissors and cut out the rest of the tube that protruded from Aurelia's clitoris. The needles keeping it in its elongated position. She then showed Aurelia a needle about eight centimetres long. It was adorned with countless tiny backward barbs, which ensured that, once the needle would be in, there would be no way to pull it out.

"They say that the clitoris goes a long way inside the body, let's find out how deeply" she said as she dipped the long needle in a substance inside a bottle. "This is to prevent infections, and the fact that it will sting a lot makes it a plus"

The woman placed the needle against the tip of Aurelia's clitoris. While she enjoyed her distorted face of pain and fear, she pushed down, and down, careful to avoid the other needles and keeping a  straight line, until only the tip of the needle could be seen protruding from the clitoris. Aurelia had gone mad with pain and panic. This torture was ever worse than the eight former needles together. Her eyes were bulging out, her face was completely distorted by the pain, her body was a pack of knotted muscles, her scream made the wall shake.

The woman then let Aurelia rest for a while so that she could savour the pain. Meanwhile, she made love to the man that had been watching the show with lustful eyes.

After satisfying their hornyness, the woman returned to the T table for yet another round of cruelty. She opened a handle on the wall and drops of water started dripping from the high ceiling. It splashed on Aurelia's vagina. After each drop the woman started adjusting the position of the table with the help of the man, until  the drop of water finally fell directly on her pained clitoris. The couple then returned for another round of wild sex, before leaving the chamber altogether, turning off the lights, leaving Aurelia to her plight.

The drops sometimes landed on her flesh, and sometimes they hit the tip of the needle, making it vibrate inside her body. The long, barbed needle was an unbearable torture by itself, but the water droplets kept refreshing the agony it caused every few seconds. In the dark, Aurelia could not even predict when the next drop would fall on her throbbing, grotesquely elongated clitoris.

Aurelia's mind was sinking into despair. This level was pure hell. It was hopeless. She was by now praying for a quick death. This was all she could hope for now. She was now understanding the state of the woman she had seen lately, in that sinister witch scene.

The couple returned after a good meal and a nap. They turned the light on and found Aurelia glistening with perspiration. Her body was so defenceless and displayed, so tempting... but they did not want to take things too far in this first session. The water flow was stopped and slowly, the needles were removed, along with the plastic tube. However, they left the long, longitudinal needle in. It could not be removed without totally tearing the clitoris. It was keeping it overstretched, protruding by four centimetres out of its hood.

They still had some spare time with her, so the man decided that a cat-of-nine-tails would be of great use on those displayed thighs and crotch. He smacked the whip several times, not too hard, but even with little strength the place the hits landed made it incredibly painful for Aurelia.

The pit

Finally, it was time for them to go to dinner and for Aurelia to return to her holding cell. The poor woman's arms were shackled again behind her back and then she was dragged back to the filthy Z block.

This time one of the gratings in the floor was opened and she was dropped inside. After a short fall, she landed on top of a greasy nude body. There was a lot of groans and protests from the part of the other prisoners.

The pit had the shape of water drop of about two-metres height, with the narrow grating closing the top and barely letting a dim light through. At its largest, the pit was only one-metre wide and then it tapered down to a round bottom. A stinking, thick liquid was filling it up to 50 centimetres. But mostly, it was filled with writhing human flesh.

There were five other Zeds in that pit: three females and two males. All had their arms shackled behind their backs at the elbows and wrists and were cruelly ring-gagged. Of course, they were stark naked apart from their manacles and collars. Moreover, they all sported various painful piercings or devices in their very flesh. One of them, a woman, was in a particularly pitiful state. Her flesh had little room to accommodate more steel and she looked very weak and meagre. Her tag showed four holes.

The women all sported nipple rings. The one that was the most adorned had also a pair of iron rings encircling her breasts; there were marks of blood under these rings, indicating that they must have spikes penetrating her flesh. Also she had large rings pierced through her labia. These no doubt meant she could be tied by them in a variety of painful positions. Shackles were also fixed to the knees and elbows in addition to those in her wrists and ankles. A few centimetres of chain could turn her into a female pretzel easily with all those places to tie her from. Her abdomen was encased in a silice, which looked like a chain mail, except that the links ended like nails facing inwards. A deep breath or a punch into her abdomen would drive them in. Even lying down was unbearable. 

One of the males had a chastity tube fixed at his waist, if he ever had an erection, then spikes would press against his cock. The other man seemed to have a rod permanently pierced along the length of his penis. This rod did not prevent him from urinating, but it did keep him in a continuous, artificial erection. Several barbels were pierced transversely with protruding little steel beads on the sides of his cock. This was a feature that was particularly appreciated by the few women of the A level.

Aurelia understood that the needle that had been permanently inserted in her clitoris was only the beginning of a long series of tortures. The longer one remained in the Z quarters, the more items one's body would collect.

Packing six human beings in so cramped a space was another expression of the sadistic ways of the Society. The rounded bottom caused a tendency for all the prisoners to glide towards the middle. Promiscuity was at its worse. All prisoners were constantly struggling to avoid being stomped down into the filth in the middle of the pit and trying to scramble above the others. With their arms cruelly bound in their back and their skins slippery with filth and sweat, this created a fuzzy melee of entangled limbs and body where the weakest and most handicapped pit mates were the perpetual losers.

Being a recent Z member, Aurelia was in relative good shape compared to her pit companions. This granted her an advantage in the struggle for space and air. However, this also meant that the other prisoners tended to team against her.

The easiest way was for a prisoner to step on the legs of a fallen one. That would be more effective if from the other side another prisoner stepped on the arms. The weakest ones stopped struggling after a while, and just settled for keeping their heads above the water level. Of course when a new person was dropped into the pit, exhausted by the torture session, and stunned by the sudden fall, he or she was the best candidate to be at the bottom.

That was exactly what happened to the poor Aurelia as she dropped into the pit. She landed on the back of the two males, who immediately pushed her down. She splashed in the foul liquid. Immediately, there was a general struggle as everybody tried to get a better position in the pit hierarchy. The arrival of a new prisoner was changing the delicate balance among its inhabitants, and all were eager to benefit from it.

In her sorry state however, Aurelia could not do much. Nor could the heavily-pierced girl. In spite of all her efforts, she was trampled by the two men and two women. Barely did she manage to lie on top of the weak, pierced girl. The two men had teamed together, against the team of the two remaining girls. Abusing of their superior strength, they quickly became the dominants of the pit and took its best places for themselves. All this struggle had barely lasted a couple of minutes. It was as brutal as grotesque as all the prisoners had to fight with their arms locked tight behind them and unable to speak. This was a concert of grunt, kicks, trampling, sliding.

Aurelia was now kneeling in the water, on the lap of the lowest girl whose head was barely above the surface. Aurelia was little better as her pit mate kept shoving her with their feet and legs. She had constantly to take care of keeping her balance.

At some point, the grating was opened in a creaking sound. A hook at the end of chain was lowered among them.

"Z-534, get up!" a voice ordered.

Immediately, one of the girls struggled to reach the hook, trembling like a leaf. With some difficulty, she managed to thread the hook through the large D ring set in the front of her collar. Once done, she uttered a grunt from her stretched mouth. The chain was pulled up, lifting the writhing girl into the light. She was roughly pulled out and the grating was closed and locked.

Hours were passing slowly. Now that the pecking order had been settled down, there were less struggles among the pit mates. Hunger was twisting Aurelia's stomach. She wondered whether they would be fed at some time. Thirst was parching her throat and lips and several times already she had resolved herself to drink from the nasty liquid in which they were all marinating, exuding and dejecting. The taste had been horrible but she had managed to swallow it and quench her needs a little.

She had discovered that there were a couple of drain holes about 50-centimetres high in the walls of the pear-shaped pit. Bilge water was constantly dripping from the grating, replenishing whatever was drained out of the pit. At one point - oh miracle! - a bucket of dubious water had even been poured through the grating, occasioning another struggle to swallow the putrid liquid and lick it from the walls before it mixed in with the foul sauce they were bathing in.

There was nothing to do. They were just all hoping nothing would happen as this invariably meant some of them being picked up for torture. There were so many Z members though that they spent most of their time waiting in their filth.

After a few hours, the girl was returned into the pit, tired and in pain, which resulted in more movement of the other prisoners.

Days passed slowly. Eventually, some food was poured through the grating, which also resulted in fights. The food was made of undefined pellets which floated at the surface of the pit water, allowing the prisoners to try and swallow them without the use of their hands. With their ring-gagged mouths, they had to take the pellets in their mouths, squash them with their tongue and swallow them along with some of the filthy water. 

Others were called out, the weak girl seemed to be the most frequently taken out. Until one day she was not brought back to the pit. Maybe she had been sent to another place, or something else, who could know?

Without the other girl, Aurelia had no one to lie below her, and being the fact that the others worked in pairs, there she had no hope of gaining a footing in the pit. It was particularly obvious when the guards let fall some food in the pit. The men could even catch some of it before it touched the foul water. By contrast, in the frenzy, Aurelia got trampled down and only when her pit mates had reached satiety was she allowed to collect the food remnants floating around or sticking to the dirty walls. They had not left much food, and it was abominably mixed with all the remains floating in the dubious soup they had been bathing in for days and even weeks.

Sometimes they pinned Aurelia down with only her face above the water. She was once in that position when one of the men started pissing, his forced permanent erection directed the stream directly to the center of the pit, into her face. This was mainly to humiliate her even more as she was anyway bathing in their collected urine all day long. They wanted to make it clear how low she was in the hierarchy. There was some laughter from the other members. It sounded strange because of the gags. It seemed human nature needed someone else to take out the cruelty being practiced on them.

Aurelia was immersed up to her shoulders most of the time, kneeling on the floor. Surrounding her, the four other prisoners were standing, leaning their back against the curved walls, pressed against each other. Whenever she tried to stand up too to escaped the stench she was soaking in, they kicked her until she got back down.

At some point, she turned to the strongest and less handicapped man. She began to press her breasts against his legs and rub her face against his cock. Maybe she could entice him to help her, to protect her against the other mates?

After a few minutes of this, sperm was added to the list of stuff despoiling her face. One of the women kicked her as soon as she had finished, and with signs made it clear that she wanted similar service. Aurelia had little choice but to comply. She shoved her face into the unwashed pubic hair of the Zed woman. It was clotted with dubious remains and dried cum. Her sex was stinking like a sewer canal. She licked it and nibbled it until she came on her face. In the end it seemed that instead of helping her climbing up the hierarchy, she had lowered herself to the level of a whore for all in the pit. At least they did not kick and step on her so hard afterwards.

First Session

The hours passed like days, and the days like weeks. One day, the grate was opened and she heard the words "Z-6543. your turn!"

By then, Aurelia was eager to get out of this pit. She scrambled out of the water and for the first time nobody prevented her from standing by any angry kick behind her knees. A hook was dangling in the middle of the pit, at the end of a chain. After a couple of attempts, she managed to hook her collar front ring to it. She uttered a sound through her gagged mouth. Instantly, she was yanked upward by her neck. She yelped as the tiny studs inside the collar were pressing against her skin and she was choking.  She was rapidly hoisted out of the pit and laid down in the filth, panting. She blinked as the dim torch light was still too bright to her eyes accustomed to the twilight of the pit.

She was escorted back to the dungeon area, to dungeon number 2. There, the high inquisitor was waiting for her. He removed her gag before asking: "So, it seems you have been accused of witchcraft after all? How do you plead to that charge?"

Aurelia fought to find the best answer and finally she told: "I'm innocent."

"So be it, I suspected you would say that, but I have ways to make you change your mind"

Aurelia was dragged to the center of the chamber, her wrists were shackled behind her back.

"Please, believe me! I am not a witch!" she pleaded.

"I won't stop until you confess to your crimes"

Aurelia gulped her saliva with difficulty. She knew what it meant, she knew how cruel those peoples could be. But she also knew that confessing would bring her closer to the final, deadly torture, the worst that could be imagined, and she was determined to hold until they would be forced to let her go back to the upper levels.

A chain hanging from the ceiling was lowered and her hands chained to it. Then she was raised until her feet left the ground. He pushed a wooden device, often called a spanish horse, under her. He lowered the chain until her crotch landed on the sharp ridge of the wooden horse. The needle in her clitoris was pushed deeper. Her weight pressing on her sensitive crotch caused her some pain and she clenched her teeth to resist the urge to moan.

Of course this was not the end of her problems yet. He went for another device, a pair of devices more specifically. These were two iron rings. Using a stool to better reach her chest, he placed one of the rings just over her left breast. Those rings were a little smaller than her breasts. With the pliers he grabbed the nipple, and after some pulling and turning he finally managed to pass the piece of flesh through the ring. With the stool on the other side of the horse the process was repeated, the rings held firmly in place by the pulsating constricted flesh. Aurelia felt the blood being slowly trapped inside her mammaries. She looked down at them and to her horror, she saw them swelling slightly and getting tauter. They swelled until their internal blood pressure was strong enough for it to enter back into the main circulatory system. She could feel her heart pulsating inside her breasts causing great anguish. 

The iron rings had some chain links at the top, bottom and sides, no doubt so they could be attached to other things.

Also small orifices were placed along the circumference, eight in total. A tray of long skewers being heated on a bed of coals gave hints about their use. With pincers he grabbed one of the metal skewers and placed it on the top of her left breast, slowly pushing down, through the sensitive flesh, until it came out on the underside, the pain making the poor victim to grind her crotch against the hard surface of the horse. A pair of small screws were tightened at the top and bottom, fixing the skewer firmly in place. Aurelia's face was contorted with horrible pain. She was moaning as her breasts were cruelly transfixed. However, she felt some relief as the trickles of blood dribbled from her punctured skin, reducing the internal pressure. He left that breast alone and repeated the process with the other one.

Then it was turn for the horizontal skewers, first one breast, then the other, giving her time to savour the pain, the tightening of the screws giving a sense of permanence to the device. Next one diagonal, followed later by the other diagonal. As the piercing of her breasts led to incredible levels of pain, Aurelia was shaking her head from side to side, screaming to the top of her lungs. She could not help herself from jerking her legs around, grinding her crotch against the rough wooden horse, aggravating her agony. Her toes were vainly wiggling and stretching as they tried to reach the floor.

She was now ready for the next part of her punishment. Two chains were attached to the bottom of each breast ring. The Inquisitor looked her in the eyes and asked if she wanted to confess before he proceeded with the next part.

In spite of the terrible agony she was suffering, Aurelia's will was hardly dented. Accordingly, she shook a "no" with her tear-covered face.

The Inquisitor then brought a wooden contraption resembling an inverted letter T. The horizontal part had a pair of rings at its ends, and the vertical part was shaped like a cylinder, about then centimeters in diameter, getting narrower near the top. The tip was rounded.

He placed it under the horse, the pole entering an orifice on the underside. He pushed until the rounded tip started nudging at the entrance of her vagina. Next the chains from the rings around her breasts were fixed to the horizontal part of the T. The chains were shortened, forcing her to bend over, grinding the front of her crotch into the horse's sharp ridge.

He went to take a seat and watch her suffer. She had the option of grinding the needle in her clitoris against the ridge, or raise her body, but that would bring the composed pain of the pull on her breasts and the coarse pole entering her unprepared vagina.

Aurelia's eyes bulged at this new level of pain. She desperately tried to find a way out of this cruel situation. She kept oscillating between the two horrible positions. After a few seconds, she would find the pain in her rammed vagina and stretched breasts unbearable and would bend over, but then it would not be long before the ache in her crotch and clitoris was too over the top and she straightened. She writhed continuously for about 15 minutes, moaning and crying, feeling the pain increasing in her wracked body. As she pulled on her breast rings, the four long needles transfixing each of her pain globes moved and wakened her agony. She howled in pain continuously.

He wanted to try something else. He forced the pole penetrating her down, out of her vagina, leaning his weight on it. This put a lot of pressure on her crotch and pulled on her breasts painfully. Then with a cane in hand, he hit her hard on her buttocks, making her move forward a few millimetres each time, the hard ridge scratching her sensitive places. As she thrust her hips, making her grind her way forward along the wooden edge, splinters began to enter the sensitive skin inside her labia. When a particularly long and sharp piece of wood entered her urethra, her mind began to break. She let out a long, piercing shriek that would have shattered the heart of most people.

After a few strokes he straightened her, and raised the inverted T. This time the pole was poking at her sphincter. In an additional act of cruelty, he shortened the chain a little, the pole would go deeper each time she wanted to avoid the pain in her crotch. Again Aurelia was offered the terrible choice: bend forward and torture her pierced clitoris and raw urethra, or stretching backward and assaulting her needled breasts and raping her anus. Only this time the choice was much more cruel to her. Both pains were equally mind shattering to her. Each move pushed the pole deeper in her anus, stretching her sphincter more and more. Her heart was beating fast and strong, her eyes were rolling desperately.

A maid entered the chamber, bringing the man a bottle of wine while he enjoyed watching the result of his handy work. He let her for almost an hour, sipping his wine while watching the poor girl struggle to find the least painful position. During that time, the poor Aurelia was torturing herself, ramming her sore butt on the wide rod. As time passed, her anus was getting rawer, but it was not stretched any wider. After so much suffering, Aurelia fell into a kind of second state of mind. She was sweating like a fountain on the wooden horse.

At last the man decided a change of torture device was in order. He removed the pole from between her legs and released her breasts from it. He pulled the wooden horse backwards without raising her. She was pulled along with it, until the tension in the chains attached to her wrists got high enough to hold her in place. The horse painfully being moved between her legs until finally she reached the edge and started swinging hanging from her wrists. It left her with several shards cruelly embedded in her sex crevice, causing her intense agony. The yanks mad her get out of her torpor and she swung in mid air, moaning.

He lowered her to the ground and carried her between four posts, face down. The shackles around her wrists and ankles were fixed to chains dangling from each post, at about 1.5 meters above the floor. The chains were retracted, spreading Aurelia in four directions and raising her from the floor until she was horizontal. She felt her limbs stretched beyond nature, until she was as tense as a plank between the posts. Her long hair was flowing down.

He placed a low bench just beside her and sat on it. A small rope with a weight dangling from it was tied around her nipple. It wasn't very heavy, the purpose was not to hurt much but more to elongate her breasts more than the face-down position provided. Aurelia grimaced as her nipples were stretched down by three full centimetres and her breasts assumed a new conical shape. She grunted and pulled on her aching limbs, to no avail. The weight were swinging a little, pulling her breasts along with them. They were thus moving in an asynchronous, random pattern under her ribcage.

He went to a cabinet and returned with a device made of thin metal chains. It consisted of several rings joined together by four chains, taking the shape of a cylinder. On each circle was a small device that when turned would reduce some links of the chain, making the circle smaller.

He placed the device over her right breast. With great care, he moved it upwards until the first circle was above the ring he had fixed earlier on the session and anchored with four long needles. Turning the handle he reduced the size of that circle until it was about the same size of the ring, meaning if would not get loose. The rest of the circles were around  her orb at regular intervals. The last circle at the same height as her nipple.

After repeating the procedure with the left breast, he started reducing the links of the chains encircling her breasts, starting from the top. The flesh was bulging around each circle. When one circle couldn't be reduced any further, he continued with the next one.  Aurelia's mammary glands were cruelly compressed inside the constricting cages. Slowly her breasts were looking more and more like a red and purple caterpillar. She could clearly see them getting longer and longer and assuming a totally horrible shape and colour. Their flesh was forced forward further and further as it was hideously pressured in a narrow sausage. She felt her heart pulsating inside the cruelly ligatured flesh and her breasts were slowly getting longer and longer. Aurelia could feel the thin skin 

stretched more and more. She could not turn her eyes away from this morbid spectacle. Her breasts were slowly, permanently being transformed in something perfectly ugly.

 

He left her like that for another half hour, her flesh swelling by the constriction. By the end of this period, Aurelia's breasts had turned into white-stripped purple salami slowly dangling under her stretched body. The relentless pull of the small weights and the terrible pressure of the consecutive rings had managed to stretch her boobs another three centimetres. Aurelia was sweating profusely and her face was contorted with a mix of terror and agony.

He then placed the stool in front of her head, to see her pained face, and started touching her encased breasts just to see how sensitive they were. Then he started slapping them, softly at first, but then harder and harder as he asked for a confession, looking in her eyes for any sight of defeat. 

As she mostly kept her head down, he grabbed her hair, and tied it in a ponytail, then grabbed a metal hook, with the end rounder instead of pointy, and inserted it in her rectum. He then pulled her hair and tied it with a short rope to the hook, forcing her to look forward.

Then he resumed the manhandling of her breasts, twisting them, making the weights swing and collide with each other.

It was not long before Aurelia's battered mind crumbled and she broke down.

"I confess. I am a witch. But please stop torturing my breasts!!!!"

The man was satisfied, it was barely mid session and she was already broken. He would surely schedule her for another day to ask her to revel the names of the members of her coven. It would be easier now that she would have two sessions each week. He punctured the first hole in her tag.

"Good to hear you have finally confessed to your crimes, you could have revealed it from the beginning and save yourself all this pain". Aurelia did not answer, lost in her pain.

The man operated the winches at the posts, lowering her slowly. He started with the wrists, making sure her breasts touched the ground first and were later compressed by her own weight. He left the dungeon, leaving her face down and still tied to the posts. She tried to roll on her back to relieve the pain in her, but the chains connected to the four posts stopped her attempts. She had to remain lying on her throbbing chest, sobbing and moaning.

A guard entered the dungeon, released her wrists and turned her around. He proceeded to loosen the chains constricting her breast, from the tip to the base. The blood flowing again, the pain intensified with the release. Permanent damage had been made though and her breasts did not recover their former shape but remained as elongated, swollen salamis. He then applied some antiseptic to all her wounds. The metal rings around the base of her breast, along with the long needles stayed in place, no doubt a souvenir of the session.

She was dragged by her feet back to the cell area, the guard not caring if she turned face down in the process. However, she was so terrified of being dragged on her sore breasts that she fought hard to remain on her back

This time she was not brought back to the pit. Instead, she was made to lie flat on the ground, her hands fixed to her sides and her feet fixed to a rope hanging from the ceiling. The rope was pulled until she was hanging upside down. Her face was a few centimetres from the floor. She could see that it was no stone, but a manhole cover. The man lifted the cover revealing a long narrow tube, with so little light that it was impossible to see the bottom. A strong stench exhaled from the hole, making Aurelia to turn her head away.

She was slowly lowered inside, the space so narrow that she barely fit in, the wall pressing and scratching all her naked skin on the way down, particularly her now swollen breasts. Finally she was completely inside the tube, her feet were chained to a ring protruding from the wall near the aperture, and the manhole cover was replaced. No one who saw that area could suspect there was a human being under that spot, except for the desperate screams that usually came from the inside.

What the victim inside those ugly places learned fast was that it was part of the sewer system. Several tubes gave a constant supply of foul water which then flowed slowly from the bottom of the tube. Sometimes the water level would raise covering the eyes or the upturned nose of Aurelia. Other times where much water was being used it even reached her neck for a few seconds. Little did know a C member busy washing the dishes that he could be collaborating with the torment of a Z.

Aurelia was alone in the stinking darkness. Blood was gathering in her face, causing her to feel her heart beating. The shackles were biting deep into the flesh of her ankles, which were supporting all her weight. As time passed, Aurelia felt the pressure increasing against her chest, as if the pipe was narrowing around her body. After some anguishing moments, she realised that it was not the walls that were narrowing but her chest that was expanding. Her breasts were now swelling to huge proportions and were pressing against the filthy pipe. The stench was atrocious and she had difficulty breathing.

A moist, putrid air was enveloping her. Her hair was most of the time floating in waste water, whose level was occasionally reaching her face. When it happened, her plight sunk to new depths of horror as her up-turned nostrils were filled with the foul liquid. Her subsequent sneezing and coughing sent fresh waves of pain in her sore chest.

Eventually the manhole cover was opened and some rays of light entered the sewer. She was given an injection in the leg, no doubt some antibiotics and nutrients to keep her strong. Then the light vanished as she was sealed inside again. Her slow torture continued. By now she was moaning or screaming most of the time, in the hope of attracting the attention, so that she would not be forgotten in this horrific underground world of filth and stench.

After what looked like an interminable time for her, the sewer was opened again, and her legs lifted, again with many scratches from the surface as the upside down position contributed to further swelling of her mammaries. She was then taken to a small cell. It was a nice change, there was even some food and clean water. She ate and drank all she could swallow and tried to wash the filth that was soaking her hair and body. She contemplated with horror the changes to her body. She was even more skinny than before, with her ribs barely covered with any flesh. By contrast, her breasts had now swollen to incredible proportions. They were looking like big melons, taut and globular, circled by their crown of steel and pierced by four needles each. Every breath, every move reminded her of their painful presence as they swung on her chest. She realised that, even if she could now come back to her former life, she would be perceived as a freak with such monstrosities. This plunged in even deeper despair. 

Sadly Aurelia's stay in this cell did not last long, as the time arrived for her next session. Only four days had passed since the previous session and her body had not yet fully recuperated. It probably never would. She was hosed off with cold water to remove all the filth that her body had accumulated in the previous week.

Second Session

She was escorted to one of the horrible rooms by two guards. Before opening the door, one of them spoke:

"Remember this info: your contact is Agent Z843. Now repeat it to me"

She looked at him with a puzzled look, but she answered nevertheless: "Z843 is my contact."

"Be sure not to forget that"

They opened the door and entered a well illuminated room, with white tiled floor and walls. At the center of the room stood a metal table, beside which was a young woman in some kind of military uniform.

"Fix her to the table" she said.

The strong men grabbed Aurelia and made her lie flat over it, a strap just over her mons, another above her breasts and a third at the neck were fixing her against the cold surface. Then her wrists were fixed at her sides, her cuffs linked to rings designed for that purpose.

Her knees were bent to the sides, spreading her thighs wide. Straps near the crotch, at the knees and at the ankles completed the task. Her thighs were flat against the table and formed a 180 degree angle, leaving no doubt at which area of her body would be the main target of this session. Aurelia felt totally open and helpless, with her sex gaping wide and her stretched clitoris standing proudly above her pubic mound. The strain on her stretched crotch tendons was already aching and she moaned in pain.

The woman turned a handle under the table, and it caused a circular area under Aurelia's buttocks to start separating from the table, pushing her hips away and spreading her even more, the tension of the straps on her thighs and abdomen increased, making her unable to move even by an inch. By now the tension on her ligaments was extreme an Aurelia was feeling as if her thighs bones were on the verge of dislocation.

The guards left the room while the military-clad woman operated another lever on the table, tilting it raising her legs and lowering her head, her vulva at a comfortable height; comfortable that is for the person about to work on it, not for the victim so obscenely displayed. Finally she spoke to Aurelia.

"I am Lt. Smith, you are here because we interrogated a spy last week and she told us your name. And now it is my duty to perform a severe interrogation until you decide to reveal the name of your contact."

She produced a metallic device with the shape of a square, a spring was fixed to each corner and each spring with a clamp at the end. She placed the device over Aurelia's crotch, and clamped the left labia at the front near her protruding clit, and back close to where her lips joined. Moving the square and pulling on the springs she was able to clamp her other lip. The springs pulling at them in four different directions, opening her petals and leaving her internals totally exposed. Aurelia moaned as her nether lips were stretched so cruelly. Her terrified mind wondered how long they could be stretched before being unable to take back their natural shape.

She had difficulty to see what was going on between her thighs as her huge breasts were blocking her view. However, a screen was in front of the table, so Aurelia had a clear view of the close-up of her vulva. On the screen could be seen a rubber hose, about 5 mm in diameter. At its end was a small plastic valve with a ridged protrusion about 6 cm long, like those intended to connect another hose in the end. But it was no rubber hose this protrusion was for, it was instead pushed down into her urethra, twisted and turned until the valve was just at the entrance of her pee hole. Pain exploded in her pee canal and she began to squirm in her restraints. Her trapped muscles bulged frantically as she tried to break free. Somehow, her urethra felt as her most intimate orifice; one that had remained untouched since her admission in the Society in spite of all the predicaments she had been through. Its violation created a new torture that, added to the sheer cruelty and acute pain it caused, increased her helplessness and despair feelings.

The woman opened the valve and started pumping water inside Aurelia's bladder, filling it to the max. The strap over her waist was pressing painfully. As the internal pressure increased, she felt her urge to pee going up to a yet unknown level. The urge changed to a burning, and then she felt as if her bladder was going to explode. Still, the valve was stopping all possibility to relieve her need.

After a few minutes, the she-lieutenant released the valve, letting the urine and water combination flow out, only to repeat the procedure again, and again. This repeated filling and emptying of her bladder felt very strange to Aurelia. It was a succession of urge and relief, with episodes of pain as he bladder was filled to its full capacity and beyond. After several iterations the torturer left the valve closed holding a vast amount of water inside Aurelia, and removed the hose, leaving the valve there. Aurelia was left with her bladder bloated and pressing to flow out.

The torturer then pushed a weird looking machine with several tubes. It had a reinforced hose that ended in a long metallic probe. She placed the probe at the entrance of the valve, and while she opened the valve she also pushed the metal bar deep inside. There were a few drops of water, but the metallic probe soon sealed her urethra, keeping most of the water inside. The interrogator then switched the machine on, which made a low hum.

At first, nothing seemed to happen. After a while however, the purpose of the machine became clear : the water was feeling colder and colder, the machine was passing a refrigeration gas through the tube deep inside Aurelia's body. The part of the urethra that was in direct contact with the tube felt the bite of the cold. This sent chills all along Aurelia's spine. The worst came when the water started forming crystals which pushed in her sensitive membranes, and trying to occupy more volume than the distended bladder allowed. After a while the machines stopped automatically; the thermostat was calibrated for the most effective temperature. The pressure inside Aurelia's bladder had still increased and the ice coldness she felt was bothering her that her bladder would be badly destroyed. But by now, her urethra was so cold that its sensitivity was much lower.

The woman was sitting on a chair enjoying the sight before her. She asked Aurelia if she was ready to reveal the name of her contact. Aurelia did not answer, keeping her lips tightly shut. She was decided to resist this session.

Lt Smith turned the machine off, it would take a while before the water inside her thawed and could be expelled and she decided to switch to another torment meanwhile. A machine with several wires and dials was pushed close to the table. One wire with a crocodile clamp at the end was attached to the external part of the metal pipe shoved deep inside her bladder. The other cable that would close the circuit was then plugged into the metal cylinder under her buttocks. After turning on the machine and adjusting the dials on the lower settings, she pushed a switch, which sent an electric shock from Aurelia's urethra to her bladder, to cross all her bowels and come out through her buttocks. The poor girl's body arched backward as much as the taut straps allowed her, all her muscles knotted like ropes under her skin. Her urethra was like in fire and this extracted shrieks of pain and panic from her throat.

The dials were turned increasing the voltage and the process was repeated, several times, with about 20-second-long shocks. Each shot was more painful than the previous. It seemed to her as is she was fried from the inside. Her dry urethra was clenched around its tormenting invader, increasing the inhuman agony.

After a while, she left Aurelia rest for a few moments while she manipulated the machine, detaching the lower wire and changing it for one that ended in a huge metal cylinder. This one was pushed into her unprepared rectum. As the humongous plug forced bit by bit into Aurelia's unwilling anus, she felt as if it was going to be torn apart and this caused her terror to reach a new level. However, her rectum manager to widen enough to accept the intruder without permanent damage. The voltage was lowered again, and the torturer repeated the process of giving her several shocks, increasing the level after each one. The pain was now even more excruciating. She felt as if her bowels were making tight knots inside her bloated belly. She was shaking her head from side to side, shrieking to the top of her lungs. The heat was causing the ice inside her to melt quickly.

As a final cruelty meant to break her resolve, she changed the wires again. This time a crocodile pincer was closed around the needle deep inside her clitoris. She made sure that the pincer grabbed also a good amount of sensitive flesh when closed down. Then, hand on the switch and eyes upon the face of the victim, she pushed the switch again. And again after upping the voltage. Somehow Aurelia's clitoris had become blinded to pain as this treatment seemed mild when compared to her precedent tortures. Still her urethra was pulsating with white pain and she shrieked like a banshee as the shocks coursed through her throbbing pee pipe.

The metal pipe was turned around and removed from her body, still some ice was around it and the sharp crystals scratched her urethra on the way out. Some even got stuck, blocking the flow of water, being slowly pushed out by the pressure one agonizing millimetre at a time. This propelled her to another level of terrified horror. She felt the ice shards as if they were actually tearing her lower belly open. Her mind was paralysed by terror and agony, her eyes bulged out, blue swollen veins snaked around her face and neck as she screamed to a level that her lungs had rarely equalled.

The valve was closed a little, still letting the water flow, but only a small amount at a time.

The handle under the table was then turned in the reverse direction, her head now higher than her legs, at about a 30 degree angle. As the weight of her bowels pressed on her slowly emptying bladder, her pain was increased and she moaned louder.

"Ready to talk? or shall I continue with the interrogation?"

"No, please, no! I'll talk, I'll talk!" Aurelia said rapidly in a coarse, panicked voice. But when she tried to remember the name she had been told before entering, she found her memory totally blank. Her face turned pale and her lips trembled. "Uuuuh... Z348! This is my contact, yes!" she said rapidly, hoping this would satisfy her tormentor.

The beautiful interrogator wrote the information down.

"I'm going to check that information, please make yourself comfortable". She said as she left the room closing the door behind her.

After about 10 minutes she returned into the room. "You fucking lying bitch!" she stormed in. "Thought you could fool me? There is no Agent Z348! You will  pay dearly for that. If you think you are in pain, think twice, for you haven't suffered nothing yet!".

With one hand she squeezed one of Aurelia's severely bruised breasts and took the opportunity left by the following scream to place a rubber ball-gag in her mouth, a strap going around her neck holding it firmly in place. Aurelia's scream of agony at the mauling of her hyper-sensitive boob was immediately muffled by the large ball.

"Listen carefully, I don't want to hear your pitiful pleads and lies. I will punish you for trying to fool me, and will then decide when you can speak. When I remove the gag, I want the truth, or else the gag goes back in and I resume my work doubling the amount of pain you will feel. So think very carefully what you will say".

The table was turned again, leaving her crotch prominently displayed. Since her pee-hole seemed to be a very tender part and should be more sensitive after the previous treatment, she went for another device designed specially for that part of the body. This one was also a long metal stick, with several small orifices along the surface as could be seen thanks to the zooming camera. It was pushed inside her, this one thicker than the previous one, until only the handle could be seen. It was opened on that end and seemed to be hollow. Aurelia's eyes grew wide and bulging as he raw urethra was tortured once more. It was stretched wider than before, causing incredible pain and anguish to the severely restrained girl. Her heart was beating fast and hard from the panic this was causing her at the idea that her pee canal was being totally destroyed.

The interrogator then introduced another thinner stick on this one and slowly started to push. The device inside consisted of several tiny needles attached to a small plastic bag. As the inner stick was moved further inside, it first pushed a needle out and then compressed the small bag, so it emptied its contents trough the needle into the sensitive flesh. As it went further, more needles went out of their hiding place and filled her with the special substance. 

"It's a chemical substance similar to bee venom" she said answering the unspoken question.

Taking the time for each piercing to be felt fully, she slowly pushed a little and then stopped to watch the reactions. In the end about 20 needles had emptied their fiery substance along the whole surface of her urethra. Aurelia was now struggling and shaking in her bonds with the utmost fury. The table was trembling from her frantic attempts to break free. She was screaming to the top of her lungs although any sound was effectively muffled by her gag. The torturer left her for about 30 minutes. Those were 30 minutes of pure hell during which Aurelia desperately tried to remember the name she had been given before entering this horrible room.

When Lt Smith decided it was time to add more torment to her victim's poor body, the table was yet again turned so her head was higher than the rest of her body. Aurelia's ball gag was equipped with a small plugged hole to which a hose could be fitted and water-tightly sealed. Another nice feature was a valve allowing the gag to be inflated. The lieutenant used some of those pumps used by sports-mans to inflate the ball gag, making it bigger and bigger. Forcing Aurelia's jaw painfully wide open, The rubber gag closed tightly against her lips sealing her mouth completely. Her cheeks were now bulging grotesquely and her jaws were on the verge of dislocation.

She just opened a tap on the wall to which the other end of the hose was connected and watched with sadistic delight as the water started filling Aurelia's mouth, putting more pressure, her cheeks bulging to the max.

"10 litres and then I'll let you talk" she said while she watched the water meter turning slowly.

Aurelia's eyes widened and her nostrils flared as she felt the water entering her mouth. She could stop the flow for a few seconds, just the time to take a breath through her nose, but the pressure then forced her to swallow all the water that was directed at her. The anguish of asphyxia added to her other terror and she felt her mind wavering. Water flowed in mercilessly, filling her stomach, then her intestines. Her belly was bloating more and more, adding to the pressure on her bladder. Her belly was distended until she looked as if she were pregnant.

Eventually the water stopped and the gag was deflated. 

"So? Who is it?" the tormentor asked.

At first, Aurelia could not answer. She was vomiting litres of water through her mouth and nostrils. But at last she was able to speak in between hiccups and coughs. "This is Z843" she said, hoping that this time she had remembered it correctly.

"I'm going to corroborate that information, I hope for your own sake that you are not lying again!"

She went to a desk an opened an envelope reading the contents.

"I'm very disappointed with you! You think you can fool me twice? you will pay for that!"

Aurelia's eyes grew wide in shock. She had erred again. She was going to be tortured again. She felt her heart breaking at this prospect. However, the military woman was not able to resist more than a few seconds before bursting out laughing.

"Oh God, too bad the screen wasn't in front of you so you could see the look on your face!" Aurelia sighed in relief, at this cruel joke. "But don't think you are out of trouble so easily" she said as she punctured another hole in her tag. " If Agent Z843 doesn't give any info after an interrogation session, we might bring you back here for more questioning. And according to this tag you are available three times a week. I'll make sure to book you soon because all the people watching this session live from their rooms must have already scheduled your whole next month."

She slowly pulled the inner stick out, which caused the needles to retract, then twisting and turning the other stick, it was removed from her urethra. Some of the needles didn't retract fully and caused some scratching on the way out, additionally her flesh was swelling by the effects of the venom and all the punishment received there, making the extraction more difficult. Aurelia screamed again to the top of her lungs as her urethra was receiving more torture.

Only the valve stayed in place. It was again closed a little so it only allowed a small flow of water out. A long transparent tube was attached to it. The gag was again placed inside her mouth, only this time not inflated so much, and the end of the tube was plugged into it so she would be drinking back all that came out of her body, as a monument to recycling. Then the torturer left the room. Aurelia could feel her pee trickling into her mouth as her bloated bladder emptied itself through the catheter. 

After a little while two men entered to take her to the holding cells. On the way out she saw a C girl with several holes in her tag and a fearful face enter to clean the mess. Aurelia looked at her with sorry eyes but all she met in the other girl's eyes was horror. This reminded her how much of a freak she had become.

Her weakened form had her hands shackled together behind her back and she was thrown into a pit with the subsequent grunts and movement of the other four occupants. One of them was a newly arrived man with Z843 written on his tag.

She was so weak and so battered that she quickly ended at the lowest point of the hierarchy. She was trampled on by the other prisoners, her head barely above the surface of the filthy water half-filling the pit. Her gag prevented her to protest. She was even unable to eat and had to content herself with her own urine.

She tried to communicate with Z843, to warn him about what was about to happen to him, to ask him to speak so that she would be spared further torture. But all she could utter were pitiful grunts and moans, which only brought mockery from her pit mates.

Third Session

Just a couple of days had passed when she heard her code being called again from above, her body had not recovered yet form the first session, not to mention the second one.

She was hoisted out of the pit and then was mostly dragged to the chamber of torture. Upon entering, a big strong man was waiting for her. He took her from the hands of the guards and dragged her to the center of the room where a large metallic cone was standing on top of a table.

He started by placing a pair of iron bars against her left leg and tying them at thigh, knee and ankle level, so that she could not bend that leg any more. The same process was repeated with the other leg. Her hands remained shackled behind her back and the gag was removed along with the tube. The valve was opened completely but stayed in place.

A pair of pulleys were set in the ceiling above her. Two ropes were passed around them, and tied to the top ring of the circles trapping her breasts. The other end of the rope was pulled down, until she was hanging from those pieces of severely punished flesh. For long seconds she was writhing and screaming in mid air, slowly swinging and spinning. She was sure that her now huge breasts were going to explode or to be ripped from her rib cage. Her rigid legs were helplessly flaying around, her feet vainly looking for support.

With the help of the guard first one leg then the other were lifted and attached to the other end of the ropes, her legs horizontal as if she was sitting in mid-air. The fearful cone was then pushed under her. A guard put some of his weight on her ankles to raise her a little by the pull on her breasts, while the apex of the cone was centered just under her crotch. To her horror, she felt the tip of the cone touching her anus. The realisation of what was awaiting her was even stronger than the pain she felt in her tortured mammaries.

She was slowly lowered while the man made sure the tip of the cone entered her rectum. The ropes were readjusted so she could move up and down, but never get it out completely. The guards left and she was left alone with the man who only looked at her as she slowly slid down, the circumference of the cone getting wider and wider. She tried to push on her rigid legs to stop her fall and at first she succeeded. She was also clenching her sphincter tight. For a few dozens of seconds, she managed to stay sitting on the top of the cone, with only a few centimetres of steel inside her bowels. But soon her leg muscles began to tremble and gravity won. She began to slide lower on the cone, feeling it going deeper in her colon. But the most terrifying was the sensation of her anus being stretched wider and wider. Her own weight was impaling her on the cruel object and threatened to tear her apart. 

"I'm not playing silly interrogation games, just tell me whenever you want to trade another hole in your tag instead of the continuation of the session" the man said.

He closely checked the rim of her anus, when he was satisfied that it had reached a certain height, he opened a small door near the base of the cone, and detached its tip. The cone was now more the shape of a volcano, the top opening deep inside her bowels. That meant that the stretching of her rim would not be limited by the length of the cone inside her. It also meant that there was a wide open entrance into the depths of her body.

That last fact became of the utmost importance when the man showed her transparent jars filled with several kinds of insects: ants, centipedes, caterpillars, crawlers and other bugs she had never seen before. He emptied the jars in the small door of the cone and closed it. He later reopened the door and poured some water inside to cause the insects to go search of higher ground. The insects immediately became like mad and they swarmed up in the warm depths of Aurelia's bowels. She could weakly feel them crawling on her distended inner membranes, however the sensation was mostly overwhelmed by the incredible pain and anguish caused by her ever widening rectum. Aurelia kept sinking more and more on the cone. She could feel her inner muscles being torn bit by bit. She began to panic at the idea that her rectum was being made totally useless. She would soon be turned into a cow, unable to stop from defecating.

The man went to a corner of the room, and returned with a small cage in his hands.

"You know, we did a little bit of previous work on the insects: we put some strong-smelling cheese in a blender and covered them with the substance".

He showed the small cage to Aurelia. Inside it was a small but very furious rat. A short rope was tied to its tail and at the other end was tied a heavy metal ball.

"The rope is so it can't go too deep, we don't want to cause serious injury, do we? Now, shall I let this little buddy go search for food?"

With her anus already destroyed beyond repair, Aurelia could not bear the prospect of such an inhuman treatment.

"Please, don't!" she begged. "I'd rather have another hole in my tag."

"Sure, there is only one problem, I forgot to bring the hole punching device with me, you stay here and I'll be right back. Please take care of my pet while I'm gone".

Having said so he fixed the entrance of the cage to the cone and opened it before leaving the room. Aurelia let out a high-pitched scream in protestation, to no avail. 

The starving animal quickly moved following the smelly trail left by the bugs, with tiny claws climbing to reach deeper and higher until the weight held it back by the tail. It furiously scratched the same area, trying to reach the food just a few inches away from it's nozzle. Aurelia was screaming like a banshee as the rodent was further destroying her insides.

Mercifully, the man did not take very long to return, and after punching a hole in the neck of the squirming woman he put his hand inside the cone and started pulling the animal out by the rope. The rat resisted and fought every inch until it was placed back in the cage.

He called on the guards who again raised her by pulling her ankles down. He had to push the rim of her anus to dislodge it from the cone. Her anus did not close but remained widely gaping, its sphincter utterly destroyed.

She was given some pills designed to kill all the animals that still stayed alive inside her and was then taken back to the holding cells. Each session she failed to resist meant less time of rest between sessions, if only one could call rest the time spent in the pit. The bars of her legs were unfastened and she was taken back to the pit.

Her time in the pit was miserable. Every parts of her body was hurting. Her breasts had swollen so more, becoming even more monstrous than ever. Her anus was totally destroyed, making her unable to hold anything. As a consequence, she was continuously leaking excrement, adding to the pit's misery. She had not been fed since several days as, during her previous stay in the pit, she had been gagged all the time. She was now eager to swallow any type of protein she could find, and her males pit-mates were happy to provide her with all the semen they could produce.

Fourth Session

She was not left long in the pit; only one day. Being the one in the pit with the most holes in her tag meant that she was always at the bottom and also she was the one taken out most often.

They fished her out of the pit and first took her to a room where she was cleaned and examined. The higher members did not like a woman who was too weak to fully feel what was being done to her. Only then was she led to her torture room. As its door opened, she saw who would be her torturer of the day. It was an old man in a white lab coat. He was standing right next to a strange device. Entirely made of stainless steel, it looked like a skeleton, but with levers at each joint, and it was fixed to the floor by a wide base fixed to what corresponded to the pelvis. Several hoses and wires were coming from the base and going to each limb.

He opened the leather straps along the ribcage of the frame while the guards pushed Aurelia towards the device and made her lie on it. The straps were tightly closed: one over her neck, one under her breasts and another one just over her hips. The steel skeleton felt icy against Aurelia's skin. The "skull" of the skeleton was like a cage for her head, holding her firmly by the forehead. Then each limb was attached to the frame bones, with a strap over and under each joint. After she was completely secured, she was left alone with the old man.

"I designed this thing myself. I was never satisfied with the conventional restraints, always having to change the victim from one to another to apply different methods. With this I can put you in every position I desire, with the possibility to reach every part of your body"

Aurelia tried to move, her muscles bulged as she fought the straps, but she found that she was securely maintained to the rigid frame.

"This thing is so great that there is interest from some governments to acquire it. And you my dear have been selected to help me demonstrate how effective this thing can be. We will send the video of this session to the directors of the secret police of several countries, so please don't disappoint me. When you want this to stop, you only have to yell ' I killed the Prime Minister'. "

Aurelia nodded. This session seemed easier and she was sure she could hold for the next 12 hours.

"First a demonstration of the mobility"

He took a controller from the base of the table and started pushing some buttons. The frame rotated horizontally making a full turn, then vertically, first one way making her completely upside down and then the other way. Aurelia's body hardly twitched as the frame rotated in all directions. She was tightly bound to it and would not move whatever position it was set to.

After that things started to get worse. First he pushed a button that made the device horizontal and form an X with her limbs, then the limbs began separating from the center of the device, stretching her to the maximum. After about a minute the device released the tension, but then the limbs started rotating along their axes, twisting her arms and legs first on one direction and then the other. This caused intense pain in her joints as they were strained in the most unnatural positions. Whenever the mad scientist pulled or twisted them too far, she moaned in pain.

Then the joint fixed to her arms started bending, forcing her arms to bend at the elbow. It became painful when when the direction was reversed first making her arms stretch and then try to bend in the reverse direction. The old man left the pressure for a little while and in the meantime he did the same with her legs, bending them in a direction the knee could not follow. The pain shoot through her strained joints. Aurelia could hear and feel her bones creaking as the pressure increased. She had always been rather supple, but this was going much farther than anything she had ever done. As pain increased, her moans got louder and perspiration began to roll down her body. She was gritting her teeth, trying to clear her mind and to forget the agony that was tearing her limbs apart.

She was returned to the X position. He then operated the device so her legs would be spread wider and wider, until they were at a 180 degrees angle with each other, her battered crotch on display. The device was then tilted so she was upside down. Again she felt strain in her crotch. However, the previous session during which her urethra had been tortured, had already stretched her groin and she was now almost accustomed to this type of position. Still, the pain made her sweat and moan. The position exposed  her previous treatments. The valve was protruding out of her her raw urethra, while dubious droplets trickled from her floppy anus. Her slightly elongated labia were dangling around her vulva.

To demonstrate the possibilities to the people looking the video, the mad scientist started caning her exposed thighs and crotch. He moved on giving a few hits on the soles of her feet, also hammering her toes, and then moved lower to the sides of her torso. He was not very strong but compensated with patience in covering every square inch of her skin. After what she had been through, Aurelia remained stoic under the caning. She hardly moaned a little louder when the blows landed over her feet, which she wiggled helplessly. 

Eager to demonstrate other possibilities of the frame, he returned the position of the legs to normal, and moved the arms to her sides. Then the skeleton was tilted until she was at about a 45-degree angle head over feet. He approached with a spider gag, and with many places that hurt at the lightest touch, it was an easy task to force it inside her mouth. It was opened wide, the metal prongs keeping her lips wide open. It was designed to cover as few as possible of the dental area, but provided enough leverage to push her jaws apart until it started to hurt. Aurelia rapidly found herself with her jaws parted as far as they would go, and then a little bit more. The strain on her ligaments was painful. Her lips were stretched thin and her teeth were flashing in the crude light. Only her tongue was able to move by then. Swallowing her saliva had become extremely difficult and it began to spill over her upper lip and and to dribble over her face.

Next followed the sound the modern man has learned to fear: the buzzing sound of a dental drill. The man selected one of her bottom molars and started drilling into it, of course without the benefit of any anaesthetic. Bit by bit it carved, sending the air and tooth dust all over her mouth, the feeling increasing each millimetre. The pain was excruciating. Aurelia felt it propagating through her whole skull. This was an acute, terrible pain, and there was nothing she could do to escape it. All her muscles bulged and the straps dug deep into her flesh as she tried to break her bonds. Blue veins swelled under her skin. Her eyes were wide open. A long pain howl echoed through the walls of the chamber. But the skeleton frame hardly moved at all.

Finally he reached the nerve, he stopped the drilling immediately, not wanting to damage it, which would result in a reduced feeling. A sterile piece of metal needle was placed inside the cavity, touching and slightly piercing the nerve ending. While with the other hand he applied a type of amalgam to seal it and avoid any infection. The piercing of her very nerve send a new jolt of pure agony in Aurelia's jaw. Her body tensed stronger than ever before against its binding, but with the same results: nothing. The continuous grinding of the needle was driving her insane with pain. Only a small part of the metal needle was visible outside the tooth. While the paste dried he repeated the same procedure with a molar on the opposite side. The added pain was too much for the poor girl. Her body clenched one last time as her lungs expelled a truly inhuman screech, and then she fell back, limp, on the frame. She had passed out.

It took about 30 minutes for the paste to be completely sealed. Meanwhile he was busy setting the next stage. Showing how some devices were able to monitor the subjects heart rate and other vital signs making for a safe interrogation session. In spite of all his attempts she did not come back to her senses before four hours had elapsed.

As her eyes blinked open, he resumed the session. A pair of wires ending in small clips were attached to each of the heads of the metal needles inside her molars, making sure they did not touch the gag forcing her mouth open. He adjusted some dials in the remote controller and by pushing a button he sent electric current from one molar to the other. He repeated the operation giving her 10 or 20 seconds shocks with increasing amounts of voltage. All the while monitoring her health status on the screen. Aurelia's screams filled the room again as her skull seemed to explode under the atrocious pain. Each shock forced her body against its straps, sent sparkles in front of her bulging and rolling eyes, seemed to make her very brains to boil inside her head. Each shock was leaving her more exhausted and fuzzy-minded.

Noticing that the demonstration was not going the way he wanted, he removed the wires from her mouth and closed the gag a little, to let her articulate words, a confession. However, Aurelia remained silent, her teeth clenched tight.

The frame was returned to the horizontal X position. This position was so useful that a single button sufficed to set it up. He then adjusted other buttons, and the frame started separating her limbs again in four different directions, only this time it was not just a show of the possibilities. This was pulling her limbs apart for real. As the strain increased, she began to moan and sweat began to pour from her stretched skin.

When she started to show sign of pain he stopped the machine for a while, to let her body adjust to the tension, and savour the pain. He also wanted to let her rest for a little while before the real torment started. After 30 minutes, the machine started again, the hydraulic system pumping away, slowly pushing the extremes further away. She moaned louder as her ligaments and nerves were stretched some more. The pain was growing exponentially with every millimetre gained.

The old man adjusted additional straps to her thighs and shoulders, making sure her torso would not receive the most of the tension, thus preventing any damage to her spine. The pulling continued more and more, her shoulders bulging.

About two hours had passed, with the tensions being slowly increased with short pauses to let the body adjust.

Finally, her right shoulder popped out of its socket. Aurelia let out a loud, blood-freezing scream. She felt as if her arm had just been torn from her torso. With her encased head, she could not look directly at her arm but from the corner of her eyes she saw that, although her arm was now unnaturally long, it was still attached to her. Then the deviousness of the device became clear, as that part of the frame reversed direction, instead of pulling started pushing, until the limb was reset in its place, then the pulling resumed. This produced an even sharper pain in her shoulder, which soon vanished  though as the loosened tension felt so good to her overstretched sinuses.

It was now the turn for the other shoulder to go the same way, first dislocation, and followed immediately with being reset, meanwhile the right arm was again feeling about to pop out again. He added a little variation: with the arms pulled to the max, the forearms started moving down, again bending the arms in the opposite direction of the elbow, more and more each time. Aurelia was moaning continuously as her joints were strained past their natural movement.

All this time the unrelenting pulling of her legs had continued and they too were nearing dislocation, when it felt like they were going to pop out, the bar at the thigh stopped, and the one holding the ankle continued, thus the stretching was now concentrating on the knee joint. Aurelia screamed, resisting with all her might to the relentless traction.

 

Thinking that another dislocation would surely cause her to faint again, he opted to leave her stretched like that and proceed with another torture on the defenceless body. For that he selected several 5-cm-long needles and grabbing her left foot he started pushing them under the toe nails. As he grabbed her foot, Aurelia felt adrenaline rushing into her veins and her heart began to beat faster. She tried to shake it free but the man's hold was too strong. As the needles were shoved under her toenails, the sheer idea of steel piercing her flesh gave her nausea. Added to the pain of feeling her sensitive toes transfixed, it made her reach a new level of anguish and agony. Her body once again vainly tried to arch free from the skeleton frame.

"Confess now, or I connect the electric wires to the needles."

Keeping her teeth clenched, Aurelia did not answer. Electric shocks, she was convinced, would cause so much pain that she was sure to pass out. This would bring her some energy to fight longer.

Noticing her violent reactions to anything related to her feet he decided to not apply the shocks, but instead went for yet another device, a pair of devices in fact. He paused to admire the beauty displayed on the frame. He was proud of his design not only for the pain it could cause to a body attached to it but for the fact that there was almost no torture that could not be applied to its helpless victim.

The devices he had selected looked like regular leather sandals. The difference was that in this case the shoemaker seemed to have used extremely long nails to fix the sole, and plenty of them.

The bed of needles was placed against her sole and the straps closed around her foot and one at the ankle. As soon as the nails touched her sensitive soles, Aurelia gasped and jerked in her bonds. She began to sweat even harder and her heart beat increased its frequency. These were not regular straps, they were very thick, and in the middle where the left and right part joined, there was a dented wheel. With an Allen key the length of the strap was slowly reduced, the pointy spikes starting to pierce her soles. Aurelia began to scream to the top of her lungs as she felt the spikes slowly  piercing her skin. First one turn on the straps of one foot, then he moved to the other. Until the skin bulged around the leather straps. Aurelia's eyes were bulged as panic churned in her terrorised mind.

After some time, her position was again modified such as now her legs were against each other, and with a short thin cane, he gave a blow to her soles, not much effort into it, just enough to make the sandals vibrating. This extracted a terrible scream of agony from Aurelia's coarse throat. The pain was reverberating through her whole legs.

Slowly checking for any sign of either breaking or passing out, he slowly increased the strength of the blows. Aurelia's screams became truly inhuman as sometimes the deeply embedded nails were grinding against her very bones. As the man increased the strength of his blows, Aurelia was thrashing harder against the skeleton frame. Suddenly, as he landed a particularly strong blow on her heels, Aurelia's entire body seemed to knot, the skeleton squealed as she managed to move its arm and leg extensions over a few centimetres. Her eyes were bulging out in sheer terror, and then she fell limp.

In spite of all efforts, she did not wake up for the next five hours.

The frame released some of the tension and she was left to rest there for a while. When she finally regained consciousness, she was untied and her hands were shackled behind her back. They forced her to walk on the nasty sandals out of the room. Walking on the nail was an excruciating torture to the trembling Aurelia. She was limping badly.

She was placed alone in a small cell, to regain strength until the next session. A bowl of food and another of water placed on the floor. She ate and drank with avidity as this was the first real meal she had since many days. This comforted her a little. The last torture session had left her in a very pitiful state. She could barely move her arms and legs and her feet were causing her intense suffering. She tried to remove the sandals but found that the ratcheting mechanism could not be released without the proper tool.

Fifth session: the wheel

Aurelia recognized the way they were taking her along: they were taking her back to the medieval dungeon. She expected to see the inquisitor waiting for her, but instead inside was another man. It seemed the Society did not have a shortage of sadists wanting to work on her pretty body.

Shackled as she was with her wrist cuffs together behind her back they made her stand in the center of the chamber. A rope was lowered from the beam above and fixed to her wrists. Then she was slowly raised. Her sore shoulders were once again put under strain as her arms were lifted higher and higher. At last, her body was too lifted from the floor, causing her incredible agony. Her weight was no longer supported by her tortured feet, but instead it was hanging from her swollen and twisted shoulders.

"I have been told that you know where the rebels are hiding in the forest. If you agree to tell me then this will be over"

He went to the wall and from it grabbed a long bullwhip, he made some warming up moves before making it fall on the displayed buttocks. Making her swing with the energy of the blow. The combined agony from the lash and the swinging from her shoulders made her whimper. Then a little higher, on the small of her back. He then gave the girl some sideways blows that turned around and landed on her abdomen. He then aimed a little higher, the blows landing squarely on her back, and the sideways ones hitting the flesh of her breasts. Then lower again, returning to her exposed ass. Each lash made her squeal and yelp and jerk. However, Aurelia was now more confident. She had resisted the previous torture session without getting a new hole in her tag and she was decided to repeat this feat.

He changed whip, this time choosing one with several tails, each one ending in small morning stars. He walked around her so the girl could have a good view of the device. Aurelia was in a haze of pain. Her eyes were burning with the sweat that was dribbling in them. She barely reacted at the sight of the cruel whip.

He swung it a few times without hitting her, enjoying her reactions to a blow that never came. And then the blow finally landed, piercing the skin and leaving hematomes. Again he covered all her torso with it, up and down, front and back. Aurelia was jerking and spinning at the end of the rope.

He then showed the girl the next device in the escalation of torments, this one in addition to the morning stars had some tiny hooks, that would rip some flesh when pulled back.

"What do you have to say?".

Aurelia forced her eyes to open. She had a weak grin before closing them again.

He gave her a blow with the whip just to erase that grin from her face, but lashing her did not seem to get anywhere. He raised her a little more, her feet about 50 cm from the floor and fixed the rope in place. Then he grabbed the rope and leaning his weight on it she was lifted and additional meter, he then let the rope go, letting her fall down to be stopped abruptly in mid air, her twisted shoulders receiving most of the blow.

Her weakened shoulders dislocated and she screamed in terrible pain. She was jerking at the end of the rope, her arms stretched vertically above her. The agony was intense. She was swinging, she was moaning, calling for the relief of passing out.

But no relief was coming her way, as the rope was lifted again. And released! To better distribute the energy of the fall and not cause irreparable damage to her shoulders, the man grabbed her left ankle, and pulling it behind her it was fixed to the shackles of her wrists. The other ankle joined its companion in a similar way. Aurelia was now arched backwards, her stretched belly facing downwards. This caused some pain in her spine. She tried to lift her belly to get some relief but her weakened muscles refused to work. She had to remain in that position, sobbing softly.

Then she was lifted again, this time a little higher, and dropped. The pain that exploded in her spine made her fear that her back had been broken but she quickly realised that it was not the case. She grimaced as she tried to recover from the shock, her grotesquely bulbous breasts heaving fast under her chest.

He left her hanging like that for a while, while a D-level girl was called into the chamber, to give the man oral pleasure while he waited for the position to start mining Aurelia's willpower. She was moaning softly. Her shoulders were burning and her spine was aching. The skin of her hollow belly was taut and her ribs were well marked under her skin.

He tied a rope around her waist, and then added a heavy rock to it, letting it swing. The new weight added to her agony and she moaned. The rope was sawing into her waist. She was sweating profusely and gritting her teeth. Then Aurelia's body was lifted again slowly, he waited a few seconds for the fear to build up before letting go.

He left her like that for a while, not wanting the session to be interrupted with a fainting too soon. Instead he walked around the bent body, inspecting the several wounds and bruises, his hand traveled between her legs. Aurelia could not suppress a shiver as she felt the touch on her vulva. Then he went up towards her chest, where he started massaging her breasts. Gently touching the nipples. Of course the intent was not to give her pleasure, but to have them long and ready for the next device.

It consisted of a small pincer, and below it was a metal basket. The pincer was closed around the left nipple and pushed until it snapped fixed in place. The same treatment was repeated for the other side. After that he started rubbing some grease on the barely recognizable breasts. Aurelia grimaced as the pain propagated from her nipples to her throbbing, humongous breasts. The twin baskets were a perfect place to put a pair of small lit candles. The small flames slowly warming the tip of the pincers, and also could be felt on her aureoles and center of her breasts. Slowly the heat sensation increased, but the grease worked as a protection for the skin, allowing for the prolonged use of the flame without the risk of burning out the nerve endings of that area of her body. As the heat increased, so the pain was getting more difficult to bear. Aurelia began to shake her breasts. This revived the pain in her arched spine and in her pierced breasts, but saved her nipples from more burning. At least until the flame was coming back under her stretched and flattened beads of sensitive feminine flesh.

Blisters began to form on her aureole. With the tremendous agony she was already feeling in her breasts, the added pain was not that difficult, but the idea of having her skin marked by fire was disturbing her.

With a brush he started adding more fat to the breasts, so they could last longer under the small flame.

A metal bar about 50 cm. long was then shackled between her knees, spreading her legs, and somehow increasing the tension on her back. The brush was brought forward again, to cover her displayed vulva with the grease. He then tied her hair behind her neck in a ponytail. Aurelia felt her blood freezing as he yanked on her long hair and braided it brutally. Each yank reverberated in her scalp and brought moans to her lips. She began to tremble. Her hair was maybe the last remnant of her former life and now it was under fierce treatment too.

The man attached a long thin chain to the ponytail. It was no regular chain: between each link there were tiny pieces of metal in the form of a sharp-edged star. The chain was pulled back, under the point where her limbs joined, and all along her back, where it reached her butt crack and there it passed between her legs to hang just below her crotch. He pulled hard on the chain, forcing her to strain her neck backward, extracting new yelps from Aurelia's throat. In the process, one of the star-shaped links caught itself into her left nether lip and pulled it down, stretching it for three centimetres before it detached itself from the sensitive flesh. This involuntary predicament made her heart to miss a beat. At the end of the chain, at the appropriate height, he attached another metal basket to the thin chain links. In that basked another small candle was placed. If she tired and dropped her head, the flame would be raised closer to her crotch. And not only the direct flame was the worry, the chain would scratch along her pudenda, and links closer to the basket would be hotter.

Aurelia was now in a terrible predicament. She felt flames licking her nipples and heat threatening her crotch. The muscles of her neck were straining and cramping as she forced her head into this unnatural position. Nothing was holding it there but her own will, and of course the intense heat she felt on her crotch whenever her neck tired and her hair pulled on the chain. The chain itself was sawing cruelly the crack of her butt, her gaping anus and her vulva. This was a very cruel torture as she was actually the one torturing herself. She was sweating profusely and her face was grimacing from the pain and exhaustion. Still, in spite of all these agonies, what was making her mind to churn with scare, was the fear that her magnificent auburn mane could be destroyed. It took about one hour for the small candles to consume themselves completely. During that time he reapplied the grease several times. 

Then she was lowered to the floor. This was not done with a gentle movement, but he took the opportunity to give her several yanks on the rope on her way down. The jerks added to her plight and she had the impression that her spine was about to break. She could not help her head from moving, thus sawing the sharp chain between her buttocks.

He then removed the baskets from her nipples by opening the pincers a little and then pulling them out. The long chain was untied from her hair and pulled between her legs, he nonetheless left the hair tied in a ponytail.

The man left the victim face down on the floor with all four limbs joined together behind her back while he prepared the next horror. He worked behind her back so she could not see, only the smell of fire gave her a  hint about what was in store. She was left there for about an hour, the day was still young and he wanted her strong enough to appreciate his ministrations. She welcome this relief. The floor was hard and cold under her naked belly, and she was painfully resting on her hugely engrossed breasts, but she was nevertheless able to gather some energy during this period.

Finally she was dragged to another part of the chamber and he gave her a time to contemplate her fate. In front of Aurelia was a big heavy iron wheel. Its shape resembled one of those seen on watermills, but it was where the similarities ended, for this wheel had tiny metal spikes along its circumference, and instead of being in a river, it was placed a few centimetres above a  bed of coals.

Her limbs were unfastened and he pulled her arms over her head and shackled them to rings set on the rim of the wheel. The wheel was turned upwards, pulling her up, making her back rest against the spiked surface. He then shackled her ankles to another pair of rings, pulling on them to make sure she was completely stretched on the circumference of the wheel. This caused the spikes to penetrate her skin, while her back was once again arched backwards. At least some relief came when he used a key to set loose the straps of the sandals and removed them, her soles a collection of red spots. A bucket of water was emptied over her face, making her hair wet so that it would not catch fire, at least not too soon. Then he applied a very generous amount of fat all over her naked body.

"Each turn you will have a time to confess, if you refuse, then I'll give the wheel a slow rotation until we return to the starting position".

To give her a taste of what it would be like, he started moving the wheel. First her feet disappeared under the wheel, then her ankles and lower legs. As soon as her feet felt the heat, she began to wiggle them frantically while shaking her head and screaming high-pitched screeches. The first few seconds during which her soles were facing the coals brought the most frantic jerking as she was fearing her feet would be so much burnt she would never be able to walk on them. The time each part of her body was over the heat was not enough to cause severe damage, but more than enough to be felt in the very depths of every inch of skin.

Slowly the wheel turned, when reaching her pubic area it surely felt as if the needle that had her clitoris so distended and sensitive was heating faster than the rest of her body. An awful smell invaded the area as the few pubic hair that had grown in the past weeks since Aurelia was at D level started to disappear again.

The most prominent part of her body was her breasts. Not only for how nature had blessed her but also for the severe punishments suffered in the past days that had left them swollen and elongated. That was the part that passed closest to the coals, where the heat was the greatest. The pain was terrible and blisters began to appear on her aureole before every other place on her body. It felt as if the fat inside her bulbous boobs was actually boiling. Her breasts seemed to swell some more. But in spite of the intense pain, Aurelia felt strangely relieved that her feet were now going up, away from the heat.

Some smoke came to her face as drops of water fell on the coals. She was glad that her ponytails was safely protected behind her back, lest it would have taken fire.

Finally the first turn of the wheel was complete, one of many more to come. But he was not done yet, there were more cruelties to be added. A small tray, also with red hot coals, was placed inside the wheel on a support designed for this just above the axis. Thus the spiked metal plates her backside was resting on would also gradually become hotter and hotter. The times were she was on top of the wheel would not bring any respite. They would only be times where she would be slowly roasted on a different area of her body.

She saw the ceiling and then wall of the chamber pass before her eyes as another turn started.

After that turn he decided to add a little more agony before exhaustion made her unconscious.

Dried thorny branches were coiled around her feet wrapping them, some interwoven between her toes. When both feet were appropriately covered, he grabbed some wet bandages and put them on her feet, covering the branches tightly against her skin, giving each several turns covering her feet from toe to ankle. She screeched as thorns were pressed into the soft skin under her heels.

It was time for the next turn of the wheel, this time he let her feet linger over the coals, the heat drying the pieces of cloth. As the movement of the wheel continued the thorns started to go deeper inside her feet as the cloth started to slowly shrink. This caused more piercing shrieks as the spines got deeper into the flesh of her heels. She could almost feel them grinding against her very heel bones.

After each turn he reapplied the fat to her body, to distribute the heat all over her naked body. The shrinking of the fabric compressing her feet continued unrelenting. The thorns were deep inside them by now, and it started to feel as if they were in a vise, but no vise could press from every direction as the bandages could.

Still the wheel turned round and round, with some short pauses where she lied on her back over the other smaller fire.

The clothes were by now completely dry, and were reduced to about half their original length, but the torment could still get worse, after many times over the  coals, they finally caught fire. Her feet were suddenly enveloped by raging flames. The fire was licking her skin, making blisters to form. Her down-turned soles were the most affected as they were facing the coal bed under the wheel. They got heavily burnt, causing inhuman fear and agony. All her muscles clenched tight as she struggled with all her might, causing the wheel to squeal and groan under her efforts.

"STOOOOOP! I'll tell you everything, but please stop that!!!!!" she screamed to the top of her lungs.

The man then calmly went to the table and grabbed the hole punching device and added another hole in her tag. Then, with no hurry, he went to fill a bucket with water and emptied it on the girl's feet. By that time most of the cloth had already been consumed and fell down, revealing her horribly burned soles. Walking would be out of question for her for the next couple of days. He then removed the tray of coals from inside the wheel and left her lying there on her back, the metal slowly cooling off. Aurelia was sobbing, terrified by the cruelty of the torturers and by her fate that was closing on on her much faster than she would have imagined.

She was later taken back to the pit by a pair of guards. Unable to stand on her feet, she was dragged all the way before being dropped into the pit. The smelly dirty water of the bottom of the pit cooled somewhat her severe burns. She was left there for a whole day. With the number of holes in her tag, those "rest" days would be very uncommon, and she would not be left to rest for more than a day at a time. Also it seemed that her guardians put her in worse places when there was more time. Half a day in a lone cell seemed better than one and a half in the ugly, crowded pit. Her companions seemed to enjoy to have such a lowly girl with them. They were taking their revenge from the terrible tortures they were too subjected to.