Chpt. 7 - Lock-up Time
Nancy lay on the table, sobbing, tugging futilely from time to time at her
bonds, terror gnawing at her brain. The fact that they had tied her down like
this obviously meant that they had not finished torturing her, and she dreaded
whatever might happen next. In fact, she was hovering on the edge of insanity,
her mind almost refusing to accept the things that had been done to her, and
what was to come. It was on the point of closing down, as if it wanted to
dissociate itself from the pain flooding into it from her tortured body. But at
the same time she remained lucid, aware, knowing that more was to come, but
unable to face it. Unable mentally, but physically she had no choice, it was
going to happen - whatever it was - and she could do nothing to avoid it!
Suddenly she became aware of the two faceless masks, staring down at her. She
screamed.
"LET ME GO, LET ME GO, HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH, YOU FILTHY SWINE!!! PLEASE,
PLEASE, PLEEEEEASE, DON'T HURT ME ANY MORE, YOU'LL KILL ME, I KNOW YOU WILL!
There was no response. Her body writhed and twisted as she struggled once more
to get free, the milk in her breasts causing them to surge from side to side as
she did so.
Mike placed two rubber wedges on the table, one each side of Nancy's head. Then
two thin straps were tightened into place, one across her forehead and the other
just above her upper lip. Between the wedges and the straps her head was help
fast, completely immobile. Nancy wailed.
"Please, please, please don't hurt me any more! I can't take any more! Please!
PLEEEASE!
Shirley trained one of the cameras on Mike.
"We are coming to the end of the film, " he announced. "All that remains to be
done is to prepare Nancy here for her return home. However, we feel it only fair
that we provide her with some small physical souvenir of her first star
performance - and I feel sure you will agree that she has performed very well.
We would like her to remember her act for some time to come - not that she is
likely for forget it anyway - but we feel that some visual reminder would be
appropriate."
He held up what looked like a complicated pair of pliers to the camera.
"This is a leather worker's hole punch. As you can see, one jaw is perfectly
ordinary. The other one has a small wheel, on which are fixed 5 short, metal
tubes with sharpened ends. The leather, a belt for instance, is placed between
the jaws. The worker turns the wheel to select the tube he wants - they are of
different diameters - and then squeezes the handles together. The sharpened end
of the tube cuts through the leather, removing a small disc of the material and
leaving a neat, round hole. Of course, the tool can be used for making holes in
other things, as we shall see."
Nancy, terrified, stared at the punch, but in her innocence couldn't understand
what it was all about. It disappeared from her field of view. She felt Mike's
fingers hold the lobe of her left ear, the coldness of the flat jaw of the tool,
and then a blinding pain as he drove the largest of the tubes through it,
removing a bit of her flesh. She screamed. As Mike removed the punch, Shirley
panned a camera into a close-up of the ear. Surprisingly there was very little
blood, just a neat hole through the lobe.
"This," said Mike to the camera, holding up a small object, "is a lock. A
special lock. It is the type used by high-class jewellers to close display
cabinets. The hasp is made of a special toughened and hardened steel alloy that
even a pair of 3-foot bolt cutters would have a job to cut through." So saying,
he pushed the hasp through the hle in Nancy's ear and closed the lock with a
click. The hoop of the hasp was small, so it would be difficult for the jaws of
bolt-cutters to get a grip on it.
"Of course, we have no intention of giving Nancy the key, but just to make sure,
I am going to block the mechanism. This," holding up a small syringe with no
needle, "is filled with micro-balloons. These are tiny glass balls, so tiny -
0.2mm in diameter - that they flow like water." He pressed the plunger, allowing
the stream of balloons to spill down into the keyhole of the lock.
"Now this, " holding up a tiny plastic bottle with some clear liquid in it, "is
cyanoacrylate, or, if you prefer, super glue. "He let a few drops fall on the
opening of the lock, where they immediately disappeared inside. A second later a
wisp of what looked like steam could be seen wafting up from it. "The inside of
that lock is now completely filled with something harder than concrete, it will
never, ever work again. The only thing that will clear it out is an acid that
would eat the metal of the lock itself. In other words, this lock is now
permanently attached to Nancy's ear. Of course, she could always cut it out!"
Moving round to her left side, he dealt with the other ear in the same manner,
keeping up a running commentary as he did so. Then to her horror Nancy saw the
jaws of the tool move towards her nose.
"No! No! Not that, please, please, not my nose!" she pleaded. To no avail, she
felt the cold jaw slide into her nostril, and then again the blinding pain as
the tube punched a hole through her septum. The hasp of a somewhat larger lock
was pushed through the hole, clicked shut and sealed. She could feel the weight
of the lock resting on her upper lip. Mike's hand came into her field of vision,
grabbed the lock and twisted it. The pain was terrible, and she opened her mouth
to scream. As she did so, Shirley quickly fitted a dental gag over her upper and
lower teeth and operated the ratchet so that her mouth was held wide open.
The jaws of a metal haemostat were thrust, open, into her gaping mouth, seizing
the tip of her tongue and pulling it out. The jaws of the leather punch were
fitted round it and squeezed shut. The pain was mind-blasting. An even bigger
lock was fitted and frozen solid, and then her tongue was released and the gag
removed. As she tried to pull her tongue back into her mouth, the lock blocked
against her teeth. Only by opening her mouth very wide, so that it ached, could
she get her tongue back inside, and even then a part of the lock protruded from
between her lips. She panicked, trying to pull her tongue further into her
mouth, which she succeeded in doing, at the cost of pulling the lock with it.
She started to choke, and tried to push it back out. Her pierced tongue hurt
like hell, but even worse was the feeling of blind panic as she tried
desperately to work both her tongue and the lock into a position where they were
the least uncomfortable. And all the time, in the back of her mind, she was
beginning to realised that the fixture was permanent!
A camera was now focused on her face, showing the desperate movements of her
tongue and the horror in her panic-stricken eyes as she realised the plight she
was in. Mike undid the straps holding her head in place and removed the wedges,
and she twisted it from side to side, in an unthinking attempt to find some
relief. But this only flung the lock in her septum around, hurting her even
more. This sequence lasted for nearly five minutes, as the torturers gave their
audience an extended scene of Nancy trying to come to terms with the lump of
metal that was never quite inside nor quite outside her mouth. Her eyes were
filled with the panic she was feeling, an almost claustrophobic fear of choking
on the lock, of not being able to close her mouth, of the pain in her tongue.
In the meantime, a pair of wide straps were passed over her chest, one above her
breasts and one below them, and pulled tight, so that her torso was immobilised.
Mike spoke to the camera.
"You will have noticed that we have made no attempt to cause any pain to Nancy's
lovely tits," he said. "This was a deliberate choice on our part, since the last
two films contained quite a lot of tit torture and we felt you might be getting
a little bored with it. However, we cannot let Nancy go without doing something
about them, they are far too luscious and juicy to be ignored completely." When
she heard this, Nancy wailed in despair, shaking her head in negation, because
the lock prevented her from talking coherently.
Shirley bent over the table, took one of the girl's nipples firmly between
forefinger and thumb and lifted it up, stretching it out. Mike placed the punch
around the very base of the nipple and slowly squeezed the handles. The sharp
tube bit slowly, slowly, all the way through the nipple. Over her screams, he
said, casually, "With normal piercing, done with a needle, the hole will close
up and heal if there is no object in it for any length of time. With the punch,
the hole never closes, because instead of spreading out the fibres to create a
hole, it removes a piece of flesh. So, it looks like Nancy will wear these holes
for the rest of her life."
At this Nancy wailed even louder. Mike had quite a job forcing the hasp of the
lock through the hole in her nipple, because he had chosen a very small one. As
he explained to the invisible viewers, the smaller it was the closer it would be
to her skin when closed, making it that much more difficult to remove. And
indeed, when finally it was in place and he closed it, the hasp was
half-embedded in the flesh of her nipple. Shirley lifted the other nipple and
that was dealt with in the same way.
Mike then moved down and poked his forefinger in her belly button, trapping a
roll of flesh just underneath it. The punch did its painful work, to more noise
from the now hoarse throat of the supine victim and shortly Nancy was wearing a
very big lock trapped in the roll of belly flesh.
"I bet she won't be wearing any clothes that show her midriff for some time,"
said Shirley, with a sarcastic laugh.
Moving round to place himself between her open thighs, Mike took her left outer
labia and stretched out as far as he could. Then he deliberately punched three
holes through it, each one a good half-inch back from the edge. He then did the
same thing to the right-hand one. A lock was forced through the top hole on one
side, and then, drawing the lips together, he pushed the hasp through the
corresponding hole on the other side and snapped it shut. The hasp was
approximately over her clitoris, which still throbbed with pain. He repeated the
action on the second pair of holes. Then he put the hasp of the third lock
through one of the remaining holes, and then through a small ring welded to the
wire handle of the bottle brush that was still tightly rammed into the girl's
cunt. Finally the hasp was passed through the remaining hole and snapped shut,
imprisoning the brush irredeemably inside her. Nancy knew that holes had been
pieced in the lips of her sex, she could feel the lips fastened together, but
she didn't know about the brush being locked to her body, that was a surprise to
come.
"As you will have guessed," said Mike, "the idea is to make Nancy as
uncomfortable as we can for as long as possible, once we have released her. To
that end, I am now going to make sure that sitting down is a painful operation.
" So saying, he squeezed a fold of flesh on the cheek of her ass, punched a hole
and fitted a lock. The same thing was done to the other cheek. He then repeated
the operation where that very alluring crease appears, just where a woman's ass
meets the top of her thigh. A third pair of locks were positioned in the flesh
just below the top of each thigh - it was quite obvious that sitting down would
be an extremely painful operation.
"Since she won't find sitting down very comfortable, I'm afraid she may take to
walking around," he said. So saying, he moved down to her right foot, separated
her big toe from the one next to it and punched a hole through the web of skin
between them, as far back as possible with touching any bones. This was fitted
with a large lock, as was the same area of the other foot.
"Now we are going to take Nancy home and release her, " he said. "But before we
do so, I am sure you would like to see her in all her glory, so that you can
imagine how she will get around once she is free." The couple then unstrapped
the suffering girl and hauled her off the table onto her feet. Just as Mike had
hoped, one of the locks swung under her foot as she stepped onto the floor and
she wailed with pain as it bit into the sole of her foot, pulling the web of
skin between her toes painfully.
Nancy was quite a sight, her ears, nose and mouth adorned with locks. Her
nipples stuck out like she was on heat, the roll of skin on her belly was rucked
up, held that way by the hasp of the lock. She stood splay-legged, in order to
avoid crushing the bristles of the brush into the walls of her cunt, so the
locks holding her lips pressed close together were clearly visible, as was the
handle of the brush. It was quite obvious that walking was going to be a
problem, a fact which was proved by the wails of pain as each of them took her
by the arm and forced her to walk across the room.
"As usual, all good things must come to an end," Mike announced, looking
straight at the camera. "We do hope that you have enjoyed Nancy's suffering as
much as we have. We are now going to take her home and let her go, but we shall
be keeping a discrete eye on her for some time to come. We will bring you
up-to-date on how she makes out at the beginning of our next film; which will
feature the most gorgeous and voluptuous Jamaican girl you have ever seen, and
for whom we have some very original ideas. I am quite sure that, where screams
are concerned, she will give even our excellent Nancy here a run for her money.
See you soon."
Epilogue.
Nancy was driven back to the underground car park below her flat, taken out of
the van, still stark naked, given the key to her front door and left to her own
devices. She made it to her flat unobserved, the brush rolling on inside her,
her cunt and feet screaming protests to her brain at every step. Once inside,
she switched on the light, locked the door, and sank down onto a chair in
exhaustion, only to leap to her feet with yet another muffled scream as the
locks in her ass and thighs tore at her flesh. She tried to think, but it was
difficult, through the haze of pain that invaded every inch of her body, or so
it seemed. She had trouble moving, she couldn't eat or drink, and until she got
rid of the locks and brush, she certainly couldn't let anyone see her. What
could she do?
And that, dear reader, is where we end. If you have any ideas about how Nancy
should go about freeing herself from those locks and getting back to some
semblance of normality, don't hesitate to send your suggestions to the site. At
the end of one month we will judge them and pick what we consider to be the best
one. The winner will get a free pass to the site for X months. How about that!
And don't forget to look in on the production of the next film by Pain Movies,
your friendly neighbourhood torturers! Bye now.
