Chpt. 5 - Pain on Ice
Nancy lay on the table, moaning softy to herself as waves of pain poured through
her body, emanating from her cord-burned clit. This just wasn't real, it had to
be some kind of nightmare. But she knew it was all too real, no nightmare could
cause pain like this. Then she heard the door open and the two masked figures
came into her field of vision, one on each side of the table, as before.
"Please, please let me go," she begged. "Don't hurt me any more, I'll do
anything you want, but please don't hurt me, I can't take any more!"
Ignoring her, the two figures attached cords hanging from pulleys in the ceiling
to the straps around her wrists. These were released from the table and the
cords pulled tight, until she was sitting up, her arms stretched out above her
head. All her muscles protested painfully, after their long period of strained
immobility. Next, Shirley strapped the ends of a spreader bar to each slim leg,
just below the knee. Her ankles were released, and then she was hauled up until
her ass was about a foot off the table, which was then pulled out from under
her. Now she was standing upright, legs spread obscenely, arms dragged up
towards the ceiling. Shirley lifted one of her feet off the ground and fitted a
thick-soled boot to it, doing up the laces quite tightly. A second boot went on
her other foot. Looking down, Nancy could see that the thick soles were made of
cork.
Mike now set two thick metal plates on the ground, one behind each foot. Onto
these he placed two blocks of ice. These were about a foot high and some eight
inches square. Quickly, the two torturers hoisted Nancy up until her feet were
high enough to be placed squarely on the columns of ice. Thanks to the thick
cork soles, her feet were protected from the freezing material she was standing
on.
Next came a thick metal tube on a very wide and heavy base, which was placed
between Nancy's legs, directly under her sex. Finally, the cords were pulled out
of the pulleys and tied to rings set into the wall on each side of the room, so
that her hands were on a level with her shoulders. Nancy kept quite still,
frightened that if she moved she would fall and impale herself on the tube
between her legs.
Shirley busied herself with the mobile film gantry, setting up the cameras so
that the whole scene could be filmed generally and in detail. Mike stepped just
in front of Nancy, but to one side.
"We have decided to call our next torture Pain on Ice," he said, looking
straight at the camera. "Here I have the object of our victim's suffering," and
he held up an object in front of the lens. It was made of shining steel. The
base was round, about five and a half inches in diameter. From three inches up
from the base it had a straight taper, diminishing to some two inches over a
length of seven inches. The tip of the object was a slim, pencil-like rod about
two inches in length.
Nancy stared at it, trying to guess what on earth it was. Mike held a tube of
K-Y jelly in the other hand, and he now coated the object with it quite
generously. Next he turned and placed it onto the top of the tube between
Nancy's legs. The tube slid up into a hole in the base of the object, so that it
was held firmly in place. Shirley now held the lips of Nancy's sex wide apart
and, undoing a screw in the middle of the rod, Mike extended it upwards until
the tip of the object penetrated her. He pushed it further up until the 2"
diameter part of it was just inside her, then did up the screw.
"Oh! No! No! Please, don't do that!" wailed Nancy. "Please, please, I'm virgin,
please don't do this to me!!"
Mike addressed himself once more to the camera. "I'm sure you have by now
understood what is going to happen. The two blocks of ice are standing on small,
low-powered heaters, which will slowly melt away the ice. As they diminish in
height, Nancy's lovely body - which I am sure you all appreciate - will be
slowly lowered, impaling her on the steel penetrator. This has been well
lubricated, so that it will slide up into her easily. The idea is not to cause
pain by having it rub and tear the walls of her cunt, but to expand it. Expand
it to a diameter of nearly six inches. I don't know if you really realise what
this means, it is the equivalent of giving birth to a baby with a very large,
rigid and non-compressible head. I can assure you that the pain this will cause
is quite incredible, and will last some time, so you can be sure of some really
good entertainment for the next half-hour or so. The fact that her arms are held
horizontally means that she cannot use them to support herself, and at the same
time this gives her upper body some liberty to move. We can expect quite a lot
of movement as the pain increases! Oh, one more thing; Shirley, would you please
give Nancy a shot. This is to make sure that that she won't pass out during the
operation." At this, Shirley moved round behind the girl and, sticking a
hypodermic needle brutally into the cheek of her ass, pressed the plunger.
"OK," said Mike, "here we go!" and he flipped the switch which started the
heaters.
For some moments nothing seemed to happen, until suddenly Nancy felt the
penetrator move up slightly inside her. It didn't really hurt, but she could
feel her cunt tighten around it. The next movement cause the thin rod to press
up against the tissue of her hymen.
"No, please, stop," she wailed. The pressure grew, and then a sharp pain told
her that she was no longer a virgin. A tiny trickle of blood appeared between
the lips of her sex and ran down the steel monster. Nancy burst into a fit of
sobbing.
The ice continued to melt, and the walls of her cunt started their inevitable
stretch. She cried out. "It hurts! It hurts! please stop!" The ice melted,
inexorably, her body dropped, very slowly, lower and lower, fractions of an inch
at a time, and the pain got worse and worse. Finally she screamed, it felt as
though she was being split in half. And it was far from finished, the penetrator
was only about half way up inside her. She tugged frantically at the ropes
holding her wrists, she shook her head violently, she screamed... and the
pentrator continued to force its painful way up into her pain-wracked body. She
arched up onto the tip of her toes, but the relief was only momentary, she
dropped lower, and the pain increased. She couldn't believe that anything could
hurt so much!
Then the tip of the slim rod, now deep inside her body, reached the opening to
her cervix, and penetrated it. Her screams doubled in intensity as now not only
was her cunt being stretched to the limit of rupture, of splitting open, but she
was also assailed by a new, terrible, horribly frightening pain deep in her
stomach. It was unbearable, she was sure she was going to die, die in the most
tremendous crescendo of pain any human being had ever suffered! Her eyes were
rolled up in their sockets and she no longer screamed, she howled with pain -
unlimited, never-ending pain!
Mike and Shirley watched, fascinated and not a little worried, as the steel
instrument slowly disappeared inside their writhing victim, her desperate howls
assailing their ears. Had they gone too far? What would happen if she died on
them? How could they get rid of the body. The callous pair weren't worried about
Nancy, they were far too concerned about their own skins!
Finally, the penetrator disappeared into the girl's body and her cork-soled
shoes came to rest on the heater elements, which Mike quickly turned off.
Shirley bent down and unstrapped the spreader bar from her legs, whilst Mike
freed her wrists from the restraining ropes. She was free! Free, she could move
her legs, she could use her hands! She bent forward, her hands going
instinctively to the focus of her pain. And as she did so, yet more blinding
pain flashed through her, as her bending caused the cervix penetrator to press
hard against the sides of her womb, trying to move it to a new position inside
her body. She jerked upright, still screaming, her pain-dulled brain trying to
work out what she should do. But there was nothing she could do, she was impaled
on the steel monster and there was absolutely no way she could get off it. She
pressed her hands into her belly, trying to alleviate the awful pain, one hand
went down to her sex, where she could feel the tube holding the monster inside
her. But there was nothing she could do! Except suffer!!
"TAKE ME OFF IT!!! TAKE ME OFF IT!!!!", she screamed.
Sure, now, that she could take it, they left her straddled on the steel monster
for about five minutes. She pleaded with them hysterically, promising them
anything and everything if only they would take her off it! The pain was quite
incredible, she could actually feel the pelvic bones pressing hard on the
unyielding surface of the metal. Any and every tiny movement sent additional
screams of pain racing through her body, starting at the location of the
movement and finishing almost instantaneously in her overloaded brain.
Finally, Mike bent down and fixed a steel belt round her waist. From the front
of it hung a strap. He undid the screw in the tube, dropped it down, quickly
pulled the strap between her legs and fastened it to the belt behind her. Now
she was completely free, but still the steel monster was up inside her, trapped
there, splitting her in two, stretching the pelvic bones wide apart, wracking
her womb. She felt for the strap fastening, but she couldn't undo it!
TAKE IT OUT! PLEASE! PLEEEEEEEASE!" she screamed, pitifully; standing there,
legs still wide apart. She didn't dared shut them, she knew what would happen.
In fact, she didn't dare move at all, every tiny movement providing its own
little percentage increase in the pain she was suffering.
After watching her stand there screaming and suffering untold agonies for
another five minutes, Mike undid the strap between her legs. The weight of the
steel penetrator and gravity did their job and slowly, then accelerating, it
appeared between her thighs, finally falling to the floor with a loud thud. The
pain of its exit was almost as bad as its presence inside her and Nancy gave an
ear-splitting shriek, doubling up, clutching at herself. Horror! Her questing
hands found an impossibly large hole between her legs. Had she wanted to - she
didn't! - she could easily have shoved her clenched fist up inside herself. What
had they done to her! Her body was ruined! She sank slowly to the floor, curled
up in a fetal position, her hands holding her belly and her sex, a trickle of
blood running out from between her legs. Her throat was hoarse from the
screaming. The mental anguish of imagining what had happened to her body was
almost as bad as the physical pain. She lay there, moaning, her mind almost
blank, filled only with the residues of the terrible pain - she couldn't even
think about what was going to happen to her in the immediate future. The cameras
looked down impassively on her suffering body, registering her pitiful moans.
One thing was sure, though, even if she didn't realise it - Mike and Shirley
hadn't finished with her!
