Hour 3
A splash of water mixed with vinegar alerted Stacy back to
consciousness. When she woke this time, she found herself kneeling with
her hands shackled behind her back and chained to the gray wall. Dried
blood and dried sperm covered her lips, but most was washed away with
the bucket of water and vinegar.
Her chained hands caused her body to lean slightly forward, forcing her
36C breasts to jut out seductively. Her torn nipples still throbbed and
her sliced tongue felt no better.
Stacy meekly looked up and saw her captor approaching her tired body.
He wore all black; black shoes, black tie, even a black shirt. His hair
was slicked back and he resembled some kind of fictional FBI agent.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She asked, fighting her tongue's
sluggishness. He did not respond.
He rolled a metal cabinet toward. On the cabinet he had set a TV and
VCR. He lowered a cassette and she read the scribbling: "KIM."
Oh God, he grabbed my sister too! Oh, no,tell me Kim isn't going
through this too.
After several seconds of static, the video revealed her beautiful sister
in the center of a similar dungeon. Kim's two-piece bikini had been cut
off her body, as several nicks and cuts were left around her thighs and
breasts. The bikini top had been duct-taped inside her mouth and the
bikini bottom had been stuffed inside her cunt.
Kim was spread-eagled against a dingy wall, her hands and ankles held in
place with chains. The tormentor appeared and he placed a narrow case in
close-up to the camera. He opened the case and flashed a neat row of
metal needles of varying length. Some long, some short, some were
straight and others barbed. Stacy looked at the video in disbelief;
there could easily be a hundred or more needles in that case and they
were destined for her sister's flesh.
He withdrew a four-inch needle and poked playfully at Kim's right
breast, not penetrating the skin. He withdrew a handful of straight
needles and suddenly without hesitation, plunged all of them at once
into her right breast.
Kim thrashed around and her luscious breasts bounced in protest but he
did not stop. Almost at a furious pace, he took four-inch and six-inch
needles and thrust them deep into Kim's breast meat. Over the course of
the next ten minutes he inserted no less than forty in each bleeding
breast. The breasts were so crowded that several times Kim could feel
one needle run into another needle already resting inside her tortured
flesh.
The man in black moved down to her shaved pubic mound. He removed the
stuffed bikini bottom and pulled on her pussy lips. Holding the inner
lips pressed together, he began to insert the barbed needles, each one
three inches long. Without mercy he entered one after another, side by
side, ripping small precise holes in her sensitive pussy lips. There
was minimal blood spilled but maximum pain for poor Kim.
Stacy watched in horror as the man scribbled something on a clipboard
and brought it close-up to the camera. The clipboard read: "50 in
pussy." Stacy shook her head and wanted to scream, as if it would
somehow help her sister.
The tormentor returned to his victim and ripped the duct-tape gag out;
Kim let out a primal scream that had been building up for almost an
hour. Apparently, the man in black had heard enough. He took a
familiar pair of metal forceps and clamped down hard on Kim's tongue,
holding it out over her lips. With another forcep, he clamped her upper
lip, tongue and lower lip. The sight was rather ridiculous, but Stacy
watched and feared what was next.
From the narrow case he brandished a six-inch long needle and without
much ado, he skewered simultaneously her upper lip, her exposed tongue,
and fully through her bottom lip. Blood splattered on Kim's lips, her
nose and her throat. He attached a silver ring to the needle's tip and
sent it completely through, clicking the ring, and locking her new
pierce job in place.
Kim instinctly tried to move her lips apart, but the ring held
everything firmly.
Finally Stacy could watch no more. She closed her eyes from the TV and
would not view the pictures, even as the audio indicated that Kim's
torture session was still moving forward. The tormentor standing next
to Stacy's bound body tried in vain to force her eyes open by slapping
face.
After several minutes of this failed persuasion, he presented from his
suit pocket the dreaded needle case. He selected a dozen double-edged
two-inch needles. The man in black peeled up the membrane of her upper
eyelid and inserted one sharp edge just inside the membrane and let the
other edge rest on the skin below her eye. When the natural weight of
her eyelid came down, small drops of blood fell into her eyeball. He
applied the next eleven to both eyes in the same manner.
The biting pain was excruciating; even the slightest twitch produced
unimaginable torment. Now Stacy had understood; she had no choice but to
watch her sister's ongoing torture session.
End of Part 3
