Hour 7
The man in black found that his permanent welding was not so permanent.
True, the branding of the tongues caused a lot of unimaginable pain for
the girls, but the burned portion just burned to a crisp and fell off.
Even the flesh that was holding the tongue piercing in place was too
weak to support the rings after the branding.
While the girls were still passed out, he shuffled them around a bit. He
untied their ropes and separated the perfectly tanned bodies. He
removed the girls to opposing walls and chained their wrists first. The
wrist chains were made to support the limp bodies, holding them just a
few inches off the stone floor.
The tormentor approached Stacy and slapped her face violently until she
awakened again. Her eyes opened, she remembered her last memory and
started to scream, like completing an uncomplete thought. But her
tongue was so maimed at this point that it flitted around in her mouth,
but no discernible sound was produced. Stacy could only cry as she
realized her tongue was so ruined.
She sobbed with her head lowered, looking down at her sweat-soaked,
bloody body. May be a doctor could fix her tongue. Her father was
ultra-rich, he could surely find a doctor to perform a miracle. Hope
was all she had.
Stacy raised her glance to her sister, Kim, who was chained in an
identical fashion across the floor about 20 feet away. The man in the
black suit was merciless. Just like watching the videotape, Stacy was
observing the man inserting long thick needles up through the meatiest
portion of her breasts. He lifted a breast with one hand, almost
started the thrust at the ribcage, and forced the needle out the other
end.
Kim was painfully drawn out of her unconscious state. Her attempt at a
scream sounded even more pitiful as more of her tongue had been burned
off, reducing its size by half.
These special needles had eye holes on the top end and barbed prongs on
the bottom end. As you went down the length of the needle, the barbs
resembled spiked jacks, thicker and longer further south on the needle.
The man in black positioned the needle so that the eye hole appeared
above the breasts, and the barb prongs were still resting below the
cleft of the breasts.
Kim looked down in utter disbelief at her 36C breasts. It was like the
eye holes were staring right into her soul, sitting on top of her
breasts, waiting for the man in black to complete his latest idea.
The tormentor ran a wire through the pulley in the ceiling and led one
end toward Kim. He threaded the wire through both eye holes, squeezed
the breasts closer together and tied a knot in the wire. He formed
several consecutive knots, squeezing the tortured breasts closer and
closer.
Kim was thrashing in her chains, her head moving vigorously on top of
her shoulders in agony. Satisfied, the tormentor gave his attention to
Stacy.
He reached up and pulled some of the slack on Stacy's side of the wire.
Stacy watched with straining eyes as he attached a sturdy hook to her
side of the wire. Dropping the wire for a moment, he fastened ankle
chains around Stacy's sexy ankles, effectively chaining her nearer and
tighter to her wall.
Returning to the hook on the wire, he bent down to Stacy's exposed pussy
and navigated the hook to her nether region. He pulled up more slack
from the wire and proceeded to pierce both sets of inner and outer lips
with the hook.
With this invasion, all the veins in Stacy's neck showed, ready to burst
free of her skin. On the other side of the wire, the slack had been
pulled far enough to run only a couple of the smaller metal barbs into
Kim's breasts. Kim rolled her head wildly too, feeling each individual
prong slide its way into her flesh under her breast meat.
The man in black held them in this position for nearly thirty minutes,
watching with amusement. When Stacy would jerk in pain, the wire
joining them would pull toward Stacy, causing a few larger barbs to
penetrate Kim's breasts. Likewise, when Kim would jerk her body
uncontrollably, the hook in Stacy's pussy stretched her lips inches
further from her body.
Wishing to increase his amusement, the tormentor came to Kim's wrist
chains. He unsnapped her left wrist and half her body succumbed to
gravity, pulling at her sister's pussy. With the release of her right
wrist, both of her feet hit the floor, the wire became taut, and Stacy's
pussy lips were stretched to the breaking point.
Stacy looked down in shock to find that the end of her lips were pulled
at least six inches awy from her thighs. It felt like her pussy lips
would be ripped from her body any second now.
The man in black pressed firmly on Kim shoulders, lowering her body to
her knees, positioning her mouth so that she could suck him off,
crippled tongue or no crippled tongue. When he finally got her down to
his cock-level, Stacy's pussy could take no more resistance. The hook
ripped through the folds of her flesh and with this, Stacy passed out
yet again.
End of Part 7
