PART 5 PAY-PER-VIEWS AND NEEDLES TOO
"Hey baby, turn the set on. The pay-per-view feed is up and running."
Jennifer turned her attention to the voice at the entrance to the
theatre. It was Johnny, the same beefy man who helped her smuggle
Bridgette out of the Paris runway show, and out of the country.
Johnny, who also happened to be their stepdad. He had been fucking
Jennifer since she was a kid, and Jennifer had actually liked the
special attention she got, but Bridgette always rebuffed his
invitations. In fact, she had threatened to tell her Mother. When he was
given the chance to hurt Bridgette, he jumped at the opportunity.
"Nice kiss. You girls should save some of that action for the audience."
Jennifer left Bridgette for the moment and grabbed the TV remote.
Instantly, she saw the larger-than-life image of her defeated sister
hanging from the rafters.
Johnny went upstairs to the control panel and began to test the ten
different cameras set up around the theater. One by one, he clicked on
the cameras, and one by one, the different angles were captured on TV.
"Pretty slick, Johnny. Is the satellite link still working?"
"Yeah, sure is. Right now, if you've paid your $59.95 for this special
two-hour introduction, then you are receiving live images of this little
whore...about to be tortured and abused out of her fucking mind."
When Bridgette heard this part, she went crazy; she struggled and shook
in her bonds trying in vain to free herself.
"What do you suggest we start with, baby?" Johnny asked from upstairs.
"First, I think we should demonstrate to the world that this pain slut
is for real. That nothing here is faked. A clear and easy-to-follow
illustration."
Jennifer moved over to the backstage area and carried with her several
long hairpins.
"Johnny, for this demonstration, I want the camera to be focused on her
tits only. Don't change angles; I want everybody to see the needles
enter and exit her tits. No faking, darling: it's showtime!"
Bridgette started shaking again, but she was securely spreadeagled in
the air and she had no where to escape. Jennifer held the six-inch
metal hairpin for the camera to focus on, then she held it in front of
her sister's sweating face.
The metal gleamed under the bright stagelights as it approached
Bridgette's breast.
After teasing for a few minutes, Jennifer found a place to begin. Just
above the left nipple, she poked the pin into the tight skin, provoking
a hellacious scream from Bridgette.
"No, please God, no!! Not my tits! No, please don't poke me with that, Jen!
God, Jen, are you crazy!!!Stooooopppp!!!"
Her screams played well for the world-wide audience, but they didn't
even phase Jennifer, who continued her work. She thrust the first inch
of the hairpin through the skin, just above the nipple and as she moved
the pin deeper, she penetrated the skin underneath the nipple, so that
the hairpin was being navigated behind the sensitive nipple.
It was such a strange and awful sensation for Bridgette who could feel
the cold metal gliding through her flesh. Jennifer stopped for the
camera as the hairpin was exactly halfway through, with the nipple
located at the midpoint. If any in the audience thought this was fake,
they must think it's the most realistic fake ever caught on tape.
Jennifer wanted to get slightly artistic, so she brought out a second
hairpin and decided to a make a penetration that was perpendicular to
thefirst. She slowly punched the sharp tip into the breast meat,
sending the second pin deep into her sister's sensitive flesh. Bridgette
was pleading and screaming for help that would never come, tears
streaming down her high model's cheekbones.
With some surprise, Jennifer felt the second tip impact the first, and
she realized that she had hit the first hairpin by accident. The sound
was perfectly awful, and she could only surmise from Bridgette's face
that the feeling behind it was equally awful. So, Jennifer withdrew the
second pin and reinserted it so as not to hit the first. Ultimately, she
forced the pin halfway and then stood back to observe the instant cross
pattern created.
"Gorgeous, just gorgeous," Jennifer reflected.
"Oh, baby, that is hot!" Johnny yelled from the balcony.
Jennifer returned to her victim, and began to squeeze the breast
slightly for the camera. As she pushed and squeezed, tiny traces of
blood oozed from the puncture wounds.
Jennifer leaned up to her sister's ear and whispered what the camera
couldn't catch.
"When you were taking all of my bookings, I bet you never thought you
would be modeling a pair of hairpins, did you? Well, tough shit, you
Goddamn bitch. It 's time you paid for what you did to my career. And
this is just the beginning. I'm going make you hurt. I'm going to fuck
you till you scream. I'm going make you scream till you lose your
voice, and then I'm going to hurt even more. I'm going to burn you,
scar you, stretch you, pierce you, whip you until beg to be my slave
forever. Understand me, little cunt? You are never modeling again,
except for me and my perverted friends. And I'm going to enjoy every
minute of it."
