Welcome to the Show

Welcome to the Show

Part II

We refilled our drinks to give Gonzalez and his men time to prepare the next show. After returning to our seats in the chamber, our glasses full, Gonzalez appeared from a side room.

He stood before us and lit a cigarette. I noted the scissors in his shirt pocket and tried to imagine their use. He grinned and removed them, holding them up for display.

“Tools of the trade, so to speak,” he said, turning them in the dim light.

Gonzalez placed the cigarette to his lips and tucked the scissors back into his pocket. His sense of humor was acute, which I found odd for a sadistic man running an underground torture show catered to high-paying customers like me. The first show had gone well, but Gonzalez promised to top it, describing the next beauty as a “teasing brunette” who’d gained the attention of his men at the club.

“Poor girl,” he said, shaking his head. “All she did was to give a sassy look. Bad luck for her, lucky day for us.”

Holding the cigarette between his lips, he clapped his hands three times. On cue, the sound of a squeaky wheel echoed across the room. We turned our heads in the direction of the sound and watched two hulking men emerge through a door. They pushed a frame set on wheels into the room, and the pretty brunette Gonzalez had promised was mounted awkwardly upon it.

“Gentlemen, my friends,” Gonzalez began. “Another special treat for you. I present you Dominika. Take a good look at our sweet little tart.”

The woman’s brown eyes bulged in terror as she was placed before us. The lower half of her face was encased in electrical tape, reducing her protests to senseless shrieks. How clever, I thought, to present a bitch like this to a roomful of strange men eager to see her suffer and not allow her to say a word. I trembled with excitement, watching the shame consume the woman’s panicked face.

She was already naked, less her black high heels, which pointed awkwardly toward the open ceiling. She kept her pussy shaved and now, despite her outrage, it was on full display with the full lips of her labia pouting between her splayed thighs.

“Nice snatch,” one of the men said, leaning forward for a closer look.

“That’s prime pussy right there,” said another, grinning lustily from ear to ear.

Dominika wanted to cover herself and hide her privates from our leering eyes. But her wrists were bound with leather straps fixed to ringbolts screwed into the upper corners of the frame. Straps pinned her knees to the surface of the bench, doubling her in half and thrusting her ass into the air. For good measure, the men tethered her ankles to the frame’s upright posts, ensuring she could hardly move.

The position placed her most tender parts on display. The look on the girl’s face said she was painfully aware of our focused eyes and wicked grins. Tears welled in her eyes and while she turned her head in shame, she had nowhere to hide. The humiliation overwhelmed her.

EEAAASSSSEEEE, she hissed through the gag, eyes flashing wild with fright. She was still defiant, hopeful and confused. EASE…Mmffff… ET… EEEE…OOOO.

Gonzalez grinned slowly. He allowed the cunt to sink deeper into despair as a second bulb blinked on above her. She emitted bubbling cries and distorted screeches. The gag muffled her words but the terror was clear and understandable given her dire situation.

“Very soon our game will begin,” Gonzalez said, stepping to the strapped woman. “Our friends have paid handsomely to see as you suffer. Very real, of course. Here he comes now… Our hired hand is expert in certain things.”

The Wire pushed a small stainless steel cart across the room wearing the same black gloves and butcher’s apron he’d worn when he lowered the blonde on the monstrous dildo while she hung on the frame earlier in the evening. His expression remained blank and his heavy boots clapped loudly against the concrete floor as he drew near, sending Dominika into a panic.

She strained her head to identify the sound but The Wire remained well positioned, denying the girl so much as a glimpse. The effect was powerful, leaving her to thrash with mounting desperation. She blubbered wildly, anticipating something she could not see. I laughed at how her heels kicked against the air and her fingers clawed at the straps holding her wrists.

The big beast with his dancing tattoos stepped behind his pinned prize and reached out with one black glove. Dominika nearly dislocated her elbows pulling at the straps. But the man’s fingers easily found her nose and pinched it tightly shut, cutting off her labored breathes.

The little college tease groaned and shook her head in a frantic effort to shake the man’s grip. Her cheeks puffed and her face reddened while the veins pulsed in her neck. The seconds ticked by and just when she was about to go under, the man released his fingers.

Tears streamed from Dominika’s bright eyes and her nostrils flared as she sniffed in deep pools of air. Her small tits rose and fell on her chest while her nipples grew long and hard. I wanted to chew on them like the gumballs they resembled.

“Do I have your attention now,” The Wire said, leaning over his pretty captive. He extended one thick finger and wagged it before Dominika’s frightened eyes. “Let’s see what we have to work with tonight.”

The guests leaned forward in their seats, watching as The Wire stepped around the girl, wagging that finger as he moved. Dominika shrieked in horror, twisting and kicking her bound ankles. Her knees were strapped too tightly and her ass hardly moved despite her thrashing. She was pinned like an insect and The Wire knew it. He simply lowered his finger and tickled the fat folds of her pouting pussy.

Dominika’s reaction was involuntary, though her twitching and screeching was very real. She despised his touch but she could do nothing to prevent it, which was torture in itself. Free to roam, the finger traced the thickening hood of her clit and circled the swelling lips of her pussy. The poor girl gurgled and gasped in protest as the finger plowed the furrows of her swelling cunt and taped softly at the tight, pink entry.

“Very sensitive, this one,” The Wire said, his voice deep and alarming. “Much fun we will have.”

He stepped to the steel tray sitting nearby and for the first time I examined its contents – the speculum, the inflatable rubber balloon and the hemostat clamps. Fishing line and needles sat ready for use, and ointment waited in jars.

Dominika heard the clanking and commotion as The Wire examined his options. I found pleasure watching the panic wash over her like a hellish shadow. The little bitch with her tanned body and pretty face tried again to turn her head, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t see the big man take up the steel ring. She couldn’t see the clamps dangle from wires set around the ring’s perimeter.

Not until The Wire stepped before her holding the device did Dominika realize what was about to take place. The reality of her situation set in like a crashing wave. She bucked madly against the straps in one last effort to break free, screeching bloody murder into the gag. Her head lulled on her shoulders while her eyes flashed with tears. She was almost surprised when The Wire cut away her gag. The pleas spilled out like water through a broken dam.

Please…OH GOD…N-NOOO...Shriek…I BEG YOU…PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!

The Wire ignored her rapid cries while setting the steel ring over her twitching pussy. With his meaty fingers, he took up the first of eight clamps and found the thick fold of her labia. Slowly, he slid the clamp in place. When it bit down, Dominika erupted with a blood boiling scream.

Gonzalez grinned along with the other guests, but The Wire said nothing while reaching for the second clamp. Dominika twitched wildly as if stung by bees when the binder bit into the fat fold of flesh. She hardly caught her breath when the third clamp found its target. She went wild with hysterics, kicking so hard one of her black heels fell to the floor.

The Wire applied the clamps up one lip and down the other until the screaming woman’s pussy was rimmed by eight biting clamps, each fixed to individual wires connected to the steel ring. That ring was nearly a foot in diameter, and it had a single lead wire dangling from its rim – the very wire that now rested in the big man’s fingers.

OH GOD…Please STOP… No Please…It…ohhh…UNGHHH! I BEG YOU! Dominika babbled, twitching on the frame. Several men seated for the show laughed at her antics and mocked her cries. ANYTHING! Please let me...NO…Don’t…OH NO…NOOOOO!

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” one of the men shouted. “Make her sing!”

“Yes indeed,” the monster said, leaning over the girl, flashing his broken teeth. “Time to let the world in.”

I watched him draw the single wire, noting how the clamps initially bobbed upon the folds of Dominika’s pussy as the wires drew tight. An anguished cry spilled from her throat and she lifted her head – a frantic reaction to what was slowly taking place. As the man drew the single lead wire, it pulled the eight clamps further apart, and Dominika’s pussy began to gape.

Her face twisted with confusion and her mind struggled to comprehend the torture. She howled before her head fell back sharply against the frame. Her fingers twisted for release but were unable to find it.

NUGHHH…Oh NO…STOP IT…PLEEEASSEEE DON’T DO THAT PLEASE!!!

The big man worked with slow deliberation, enjoying how the clamps moved apart in eight directions. Dominika gurgled and choked as the wires grew taught, stretching her lips apart like the wings of a butterfly.

“My friends,” Gonzalez said, lighting another cigarette. “We have name for this. We call it ironing. As you can see, it irons the creases of a woman’s cunt rather smooth.”

Dominika looked so pretty in the photo Gonzalez had presented in his office. It was taken while she danced at the resort hours early without a care in the world. Now she was shrieking so loudly the veins in her forehead nearly popped. Her limbs twitched and tore at the leather straps holding her down while tears wetted her cheeks. Her mouth quivered and curled into a desperate frown. Her brow furrowed into a mask of pain.

PLEEE…SOP…UNGHHH…SOP! SOP! NO… NOOOOO MORE! ARGGGHHHH!

Undeterred, the big man drew the glistening silver wire. He worked like an artist with two fingers until the woman’s cunt was splayed obscenely open, presenting the glistening pinkness below. The two uppermost clamps parted the hood of Dominika’s clitoris and revealed the swollen bud underneath.

The bitch was drowning in misery, groaning and wheezing. Her lungs filled slowly and her screams rang unending off the wall. She twitched when the big man jerked the wire sharply, tugging harder for the joy that was in it. I’m certain he’d tear those soft pink lips from that pretty pink pussy if he kept pulling, but he wasn’t deterred. He kept tugging until the woman’s labia look more like butterfly wings and the last crease had been drawn from her pussy.

“Marvelous device,” Gonzalez grinned, stepping toward the shrieking girl. “Once the wires are drawn to the ring, they lock in place. Cutting them free is the only way. Cutting them relieves the tension, you see, but we have no plans for that, do we, dear.”

NURGGGHHH! HURTS… IT…Please…OH GOD…Please…Anything…Please….STOP HURTING ME!

“Oh my little tart,” Gonzalez said, lifting Dominika’s head in the cup of his hand. “Take a good look at my friends. See them there. See them. Shall we stop, boys?

“Hell no,” one of the men said, jumping out of his seat. “Rip those fucking petals from that college cunt!

“Look at that fat pussy now!” said another. “It’s as smooth as glass!”

“See, my dear,” Gonzalez said, releasing the woman’s head. “We haven’t even begun to hurt you. No, we’re just getting started.”

Dominika screeched a new song, tossing screams of despair about the room until she was out of breath. The bucking and kicking did little good, though it put on a good show and pushed the teasing cunt closer to desperation.

The Wire presented a small brush he’d taken from the table. Dominika simply shook her head in terror and disbelief, weeping please and choking on sobs. The big man pulled up a chair as if he were sitting down to dinner and grinned.

“Let’s see how she responds to this,” he said. “The bristles can be rather…stiff.”

With the irons stretching the woman’s pussy lips wide open, he easily found the exposed bud of her swollen clitoris. It was impossible to miss and it had nowhere to hide. He traced the brush over the tender nub of nerves and grinned wickedly. Halfway through the first stroke, the girl erupted with a scream that pierced the room.

GLUGGGG…NOOOO GOD…PLEASE NOT THAT…NOOO…NOOOO…NOOOO!

The little bitch trashed pleasingly against the straps with her single black shoe dangling from her foot. She gulped down air and screeched as The Wire cruelly drew the bristles over her clitoris. The nub responded against the poor girl’s will, growing thicker and harder under the simple torture.

“Very sensitive, yes,” the big man said. “Very stiff bristles, yes.”

The woman gulped down air and her fingers curled. She desperately wanted to swat the bristle from the big man’s hand but she couldn’t. Through painful shrieks she pleaded with him to stop. But he didn’t stop and soon she was quivering and quaking, her wrists raw from her ongoing struggle.

AAIIIEEEEE… NARGHHH… Pant…No…NO… Pant… DON’T DO THAT. STOP… STOP…OH GOD IT HURTS…STOPPPP!!!

The bristles continued to swim over the woman’s swelling clitoris, the tiny follicles driving her closer to madness. The Wire coaxed a few last cries of desperation from his captive before reaching for the tray.

He fumbled for the spool of fishing line and found it. The girl was still clutched in a fit of gasps and pleas and didn’t see him present the cut of line. Without a word, he looped it over her engorged clitoris. Only then did Dominika find the strength to lift her head. She did so in a flash of terror, but the work was already done.

The Wire had tied the line in an impossible knot around the base Dominika’s swollen clitoris. Trapped in thing fishing wire, the plump little bud swelled even more until stood from the crest of her gapping, creaseless pussy like a mushroom on a platter. With a grin, he curled his finger and gave the nub of a solid thwack.

Gluuugggggghhhhhhh! NOOOOOO!!!!!

“Now we’re starting to have some fun,” one of the men said. “Give it another whack!”

Dominika’s face was wet with tears and her breaths grew labored. She wheezed and gagged while her head lulled on her shoulders. The Wire reached for the tray and found another bristle brush. He took one in each hand and held them up for display. Unable to look, Dominika turned her head away, crying please don’t do this, her eyes blurred with pain.

The stupid bitch hadn’t learned yet that begging was a waste of time. She had one choice and it was simple – she had no choice at all. The Wire knew it, too, and he took his two bristled brushes and began tracing the edge of Dominika’s swollen clit as if sculpting a mound of clay.

NARGGHhhhhhhh…oh…NO…Plea…Ungh…STOP…SSSStoPPP…PLEEASSSSSE.

“I don’t think so, darling,” Gonzalez said, stepping to the table. He held a camera and lifted it for several photos. The flashes popped in the dimness of the room. “We’re going to play all night. You’ll be lucky to see the light of day.”

Dominika lifted her head and stared down her chest. I tried to imagine her terror, seeing her precious little pussy stretched open within that ring of clamps. Her eyes flashed open and closed before fixing on the standing nub of her clit. Trapped in the fishing line, it had darkened to a shade of purple. It also throbbed, almost pulsing with the rapid beat of her heart.

The bristles danced around the bud, stroking the sides round and round in a terrible, painful massage. The Wire changed the angle and rasped the bristles across the top, pausing only to thwack the standing bud with a curled finger.

IEEEEEeeeeeee… GAWD MAKE IT STOP!

Dominika’s eyes rolled back and welled with tears that streamed freely down her face. Mascara stained her cheeks and her face flushed hot and red. Her head slammed back to the frame as she cried hysterically, yelping like a dog trapped in a snare.

The Wire set aside the bristles and produced a rubber tube.

“You want it to stop?” he said, lifting the tube, curling it before Dominika’s open eyes. “You want it to stop?” he asked again, stroking her clit with his free hand.

PLEASEeeeeeesssSSS…groan…stop…STOP!

She was a ruin of misery, hardly aware of the device The Wire had presented. The hose connected an inflatable rubber balloon at one end and a pump at the other. Dominika was still swimming in misery when The Wire began his demonstration.

“You see, it grows wider,” he said, squeezing the pump in his giant hand to inflate the bladder. The hiss of air brought a grin to my face. It also prompted Dominika to lift her head with alarm. The Wire squeezed again and the balloon puffed again with air. “It grows and grows, like a cantaloupe on a vine.”

“Nooo…NO…What is…Don’t… PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU! NOT THAT!

The girl’s pleas rang unending when The Wire reached for the tray and grabbed the speculum in his hand. Without a word, he slid the cold steel prongs into the woman’s cunt. The intrusion took her breath away so sharply, it was as if she’d been punched in the gut. When she found it, she erupted with a shrill cry that hurt my ears.

By then, The Wire had already given the screw several turns, spreading Dominika’s tight little cunt two full inches. Grinning, he dropped the small rubber balloon into the gaping hole.  Ignoring the screams, he inserted the balloon seven deep inches until it rested firmly against the base of the thrashing girl’s uterus.

His grin was inhuman when he closed the speculum and set it on the table. The hose dangled from Dominika’s winking cunt, the rubber pump bobbing on the air, dancing to the tempo of her desperate cries.

Oh God oh God oh God…PLEASE…PLEASE DON’T DO THIS…UNGHHHHHHH!!!

My cock grew hard listening to the bitch cry so loudly she nearly lost her mind. Her arms flexed and her legs trembled until her entire body was caught in a convulsion. The look on her face was priceless – her curling tongue and tear-stained cheeks. With pleading eyes, she looked at the guests sitting in the room, the six of us grinning and staring at her stretched and tortured pussy.

PLEASE SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP…OH GODDDD…WHA…NOOOOOO!

The Wire gave the pump a squeeze. Dominika’s eyes flashed wide with a terror I’d never seen. She felt the bladder expand ever-so-slightly and the realization stole her breath. The Wire squeezed again and again, grinning, knowing the bladder was beginning to expand.

Dominika thrashed madly against the frame, tearing at the bonds that held her open. For the first time, I noticed that her fingernails were painted precious pink, but only because they’d curled into desperate claws of pain. Her feet thrashed against the posts and finally, her other shoe fell to the floor.

“Feel it growing,” The Wire said, grinning, squeezing the pump again and again. He thwacked the woman’s engorged clit with his free finger several times. He flicked the nub so hard it looked as if was trying to knock a fly off a glass of wine. The poor girl screeched loudly and released a long, desperate wail, her belly bulging as the bladder grew.

Nargghhhhhhh…OH NOOO…Shriek…YOU’RE KILLING ME…IT…EASSE SOP!

The Wire didn’t stop. He squeezed the bladder over and over. The tension of the steel ring held the girl’s stretched lips wide while the hole to her cunt began to part. He squeezed and squeezed and the woman shrieked louder and louder while flailing against the straps. Her head lifted and fell and her feet kicked against the air.

“Holy shit,” one of the men said, leaning forward in his chair. “She’s about to give birth.”

I looked closer, watching in disbelief as the bladder opened her tight little tunnel. The rubber filled her cunt and stretched her open, two inches, three inches. Her belly bulged sickly as the balloon grew rounder and longer. She was beyond hysterics, choking and gargling on her own screams.

The Wire didn’t pause. He squeezed the pump with one hand and produced the bristled brush with the other. Silently, he raked the follicles across Dominika’s pulsing clit. Her face darkened beat red and sweat pooled in the hollows of chest. The back of her thighs had gone white and her wrists were raw and bleeding. She began to hyperventilate.

With one last squeeze, The Wire released the pump, though he continued to torture Dominika’s clit with the bristles. Her belly looked stiff and swollen, as if she were in the middle stages of pregnancy. She howled wildly, completely exhausted and nearly out of tears. But each stroke of the brush brought her back to life, her lugs filling and pushing out screams.

“My friends,” Gonzalez said, stepping before us. “This is best part. But I need volunteer.”

Three men raised their hand and Gonzalez pointed to an older gentleman dressed in a suit coat. He’d paid the most to see Dominika tortured, just as I’d paid to see the big-titted tease in the bikini thrashed by The Wire’s expert hands. I could hardly wait for her to make her unwilling appearance, but that would have to wait a few more hours.

The older gentleman stepped to the pinned and weeping girl mounted on the frame. She pleaded with him to let her go, as if the decision was his to make. He grinned wickedly and ran his hands down her chest, feeling the hard points of her long nipples rasp against the palms of his hands.

“Take this,” The Wire said, handing the man the rubber hose. “You can pull as you please. The bladder will not deflate. She will give birth to a balloon!”

A chuckle rose from the collection of guests as we laughed at the thought, though Dominika wasn’t laughing. The threat grabbed her full attention. Her head whipped side to side, scattering new pleas and desperate screams across the room.

Undaunted, the gentleman clutched the hose and began to tug. Dominika’s wild shrieks gave him pause, but he collected himself and continued to pull.

Eaaiiiiiiiii…N….N…EASSSEE…NOOOO….OP….SOP….STOPPPPP!

With the bladder firmly seated and fully inflated, it hardly budged, even as the man pulled. But the subtle tugs sent waves of pain through Dominika’s stuffed cunt. The waves rippled throughout her body when the man pulled again, forcing the tip of the bladder to peek from the gaping pink hole. His grip was firm, his tug steady, and I finally understood what was taking place.

The widest portion of the bladder was buried the deepest. What a terribly cruel and arousing concept. The removal would only become more difficult and painful the longer it went on. The bitch’s stretched and tortured lips were now the least of her concerns.

Nargghhhhhhhh…OHHH GODDDD NOOOOOOOOOOooooooo!

The man pulled and the first two inches of the bladder slipped from Dominika’s cunt. The skin was stretched taught around the gaping pink hole. The man loosened his grip and the bladder slipped back in. It was an accidental discovery, and now he was pulling it out several inches and releasing it, knowing the woman couldn’t expel the object on her own.

Gonzalez grabbed the man’s hand and asked him to pause. The gentleman grinned when he saw The Wire produce another hose and bladder. I leaned forward in disbelief when The Wire covered the bladder with lubrication and forced into through the tight brown bud of Dominka’s puckered ass. She sucked in a deep and desperate breath and expelled a ruinous scream that rang off the walls, but it did little good. Just as he’d done before, The Wire sunk the bladder deeply and began to inflate it with rapid squeezes of the pump.

Narghhhhhhh….Gulp…Gasp…I can’t…SOP… OH GOD SOP…PLEASSSSSSS….

The bladders expanded her belly even more. The thin little bitch who’d been dancing and teasing at the club was now double-stuffed beyond belief, her openings stretched to the limit. She babbled and blubbered incoherently, her face a mask of pain.

The gentleman pulled until the bladder spread Dominika open nearly five inches. He then released his grip and smiled as the rubbery object slipped back in. The Wire did the same, tugging the hose that dangled from the screeching woman’s ass. They worked in tandem, reacting to the woman’s desperate screams by releasing and pulling together, matching their rhythm for the greatest effect.

Unghhhhhhhh… EEASSSS… SOPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!

The gentleman pulled again, sharply, but the bladder remained firmly lodged. The Wire pulled as well and the two emerging intrusions nearly split the woman open before they released their grip, only to begin again. Dominika screamed so loudly she choked and gasped, but her thrashing subsided and her head lulled.

She had passed out.

“My friends,” Gonzalez said. “The show must go on.”