Hour 4
Stacy's unblinking eyes were still straining against the bite and pain
of the needles supporting her poor eyelids. Little droplets of her own
blood made her want to blink that much more.
After being forced to watch her sister, Kim, tortured on videotape for
two solid hours she just started to scream uncontrollably. The man in
black quickly stuffed her own discarded bikini top into her mouth and
duct taped her tightly.
On the tape, Kim was being forced to piss into a bucket on the floor.
The tormentor filled her with several gallons of water and pills and
then Kim would produce the piss. This process seemed to go on
endlessly. Kim was in a strange way grateful, because this procedure
had meant that he had to remove her mouth/tongue piercing ring. She was
at least able to move her lips and tongue again.
Finally, Kim had pissed out two gallons. With this, the man in black
shut off the VCR and gave his attention to Stacy. Through the
blood-saoked needles, she eyed his movements around the room.
When he returned from a dark corner, he rolled a portable table with no
less than six gallon jugs. He lowered one and let his kneeling victim
read the contents label: "Kim Piss."
He syphoned a tube into the jug and then removed Stacy's gag. Sensing
correctly his intention, she convulsed and screamed without restraint.
He lowered the tube and pressed it into her mouth, not concerned with
rubbing it against her sliced tongue.
Stacy fought and fought. She tasted a few drops of her sister's piss
and she fought harder. The man in black tried to force open her jaws,
but she somehow managed to spit the liquid out again. His patience
evaporated quickly.
The tormentor applied the duct tape again to Stacy's reluctant mouth and
went back into a dark corner. Stacy wasn't sure if she had won this
battle or not. When he came into the light, she regretted her actions
immediately.
He held in his hand a small drill and a set of menacing drill bits.
Selecting the right one, he switched his tool to work and aimed at
Stacy's left cheek, holding her face firmly at the jaw line. Within
seconds, the drill penetrated the thin skin of her mouth, spinning
minute pieces of her flesh around the drill bit, at the edges of her
face, and within her mouth.
Blood dripped copiously from the fresh wound. Stacy was in too much
shock to fight now. He eagerly inserted the syphon tube into the side
of her mouth and Kim's piss started sliding down her sister's throat.
For extra measure, the man in black duct taped the tube at the bloody
entrance, to ensure that the tube did not accidentally withdraw.
Stacy's stomach filled up fast as the first and second gallon slid down
her throat. The taste was unthinkably bitter and what made the taste
worse was the knowledge that the piss belonged to Kim.
When Kim's supply of piss was exhausted, he loaded her oral tube with a
new supply of his cum. He lowered the contents label to her in the now
familiar manner: "Male Sperm, One Gallon, Keep Refrigerated."
Stacy's was sick and her flat stomach was starting to bloat with the
liquids. Again, she felt the urge to vomit. But before this urge
became reality, her head got light and she passed out once more.
The man in the black suit smiled.
End of Part 4
