TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 16 - whipped (especially breasts), breast clamps ("crushers")
"And now for the lesson," Chuck said happily. Susie screamed when she saw
the whip that he was taking from the "equipment" suitcase. Or more like a
rod than a whip, like the ones she had read about in Dickens. The whip had
no lash, and was just a flexible switch, about two feet long. Chuck walked
around her, savoring her helpless nudity, swishing the switch through the
air as he looked her over.
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And then the blow. Full force, across the upper slopes of both breasts. A
thin red welt crossed the flawless ivory surface. Susie's scream tore her throat.
Chuck rubbed his hand across the welt, pressing those damned spiders as
he did so. "Not bad," he muttered, "but a little unsporting. It's much more
fun with a moving target."
The other kids knew what was next. One of them grabbed one of Susie's
wrists, pulled it downward. The rope through the pulley yanked her other
wrist toward the ceiling, making her reach painfully to arm's length.
Then another boy pulled that wrist down, hauling the first one up. By mutual
consent, they set up a rhythm, so that Susie was forced to extend one arm
to full length, then the other. And again, and again.
She knew what "moving target" they had in mind, even before Chuck reached
into the suitcase and took out another whip. A long lash, this time, with
a knot on the end. He snapped it with unerring aim, driving excruciating
pain through her breasts as they danced up and down. And every now and
then it hit on one of the Spiders, multiplying the pain.
Then one of the other boys took over the whip. And another. They didn't
limit their attentions exclusively to Susie's tits, even though those
were the main focus of their attention. Every now and then, one would snap the
lash into her cunt, or walk around behind her for a few whacks at her
ass. Or sometimes they would use two whips, and work on tits and ass at
the same time.
But bit by bit, they began to tire of the sport. After all, foreplay was
fun, but they had really come here for the fucking. And they were ready.
Boy, were they ever ready . . .
"OK, let's get our little whore ready for the main event," Chuck said at
last. "It's Crusher time."
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Susie had already guessed what the Crushers would be, but she still
gasped in horror as they took the Satanic device from the suitcase and held it
up for her inspection, explaining in loving detail what it would do to her.
They adjusted the device carefully to her dimensions, buckling the
support strap around her neck, and the other strap around her back, so that those
awful jaws were positioned properly around her breasts. Then carefully,
with cruel deliberateness that prolonged the agony to the breaking point,
they started tightening the tension strap.
Susie screamed again and again, long piercing shrieks of pure agony, as
the clamps closed mercilessly on the tender flesh of her breasts.
Finally, they decided that the pain was strong enough "for a background level",
and buckled the strap in position. They closed a padlock through the buckle,
to prevent Susie from loosening it until they were ready to let her use the key.
And then the really diabolical part of the device . . .
They locked a control cable thing onto a pair of rings in the tension
strap -- a long cable that ended in a handle something like the brake grip
of a bicycle, that increased the pain drastically whenever the handle was
squeezed. Chuck played with it a bit, not enough to make Susie faint, but
enough to impress on her the importance of immediate obedience.
"OK, Susie," he taunted. "It's fuck time. You guys take her into the
bathroom and see that she puts her diaphragm on, while Angie warms me up."
