Survival - By Thunder
Chapter Two
Vicky was resting when the guard came for her. She was very
apprehensive because tonight was "piercing" night. She would have
done anything to save her beautiful breasts from being "decorated"
as Mistress Kim wanted but that would be to sacrifice Megan. She
had to go through with it. Vicky thought it very cruel of Mistress
Kim to make her think about it all night and all day long. She
wondered how far into her performance she would have to go before
the event would be sprung. She thought of what the pain must be
like. She shut the thoughts from her mind when she heard the snap
of the lock at her collar.
Wearing her slut heels and her robe, she was lead by the collar and
chain leash to the curtained stage area. It was dark as usual but
lit enough to see the damn pole and something new. A platform
about 5' by 5', on rollers. It had two vertical metal poles
mounted on one end. They were about waist high and a metal bar
running horizontal across the top of the two vertical poles. They
appeared to Vicky to perhaps be a handle for pushing the platform.
She was wrong. She was led to the platform and she stepped up on
it. She was forced up against the metal bar which contacted her at
just below her belly button. Straps were placed around her
ankles. Her robe was removed and she was cuffed in front this time.
The hoist cable was attached directly to the cuffs. The guard knelt
down behind her and forced her leg to the outer edge of the
platform and attached the ankle strap to a large eye bolt. The
bolt was about a foot and a half from the vertical poles. He did
the same with the other ankle and this forced her ankles apart to
the full 5' of the platform. She had to lean over the bar for
balance. She could just imagine how spread she must be if someone
looked at her from behind. The guard then pushed the platform back
away from the curtain causing the hoist cable tight and forced her
to lean further over the bar so her breasts swung free.
The guard left and Mistress Kim came out and placed the damn ear
piece in Vicky's ear. Mistress Kim stood in front of Vicky looking
up at her. Because Vicky was on the platform and Mistress Kim was
so small, Vicky's breasts were staring Mistress Kim right in the
eyes. Mistress Kim reached up with her small hands and pinched and
squeezed Vicky's nipples without mercy. Vicky winced and
involuntarily pulled back. Mistress Kim swatted Vicky's breasts
like a pair of punching bags and in her evil hissing tone said, "no
hesitation, follow direction or else kitten not so safe". She
smiled an evil smile and walked to the rear of the platform and got
up behind Vicky. Vicky could feel the small hands of the evil
woman rubbing between her legs and then parting her exposed lips.
Vicky could feel her lips spread and then her clit was being
tongued. It was like electricity to Vicky. How revolting and
pleasurable at the same time. Mistress Kim then walked around to
face Vicky again and grabbed her hair and kissed her full on the
mouth. Not only was Vicky revolted by this evil woman kissing her,
Vicky could immediately tell she was tasting her own juices on the
woman's mouth. Vicky swallowed hard and then almost lost it when
Mistress Kim darted her tongue deep in Vicky's mouth. As Mistress
Kim let go of Vicky and started to leave, she turned and wagged a
finger at Vicky saying, "be good so nothing happen to kitten".
Vicky barely had time to get over the revolting kiss when the
curtain split open and the lights hit her again. She blinked and
closed her eyes. The ear piece hissed for her to open her eyes.
She did but had to blink until she could adjust. The crowd was
clapping and stomping loudly.
Vicky heard footsteps and turned to see a tall thin man, dressed in
a long white coat. He was carrying a small black bag and pulling a
little tray table along behind him. He walked up to Vicky and slid
the tray close. He opened his bag and took out two very long
medical forceps that had open triangles at the tip. He showed them
to Vicky as he pulled them out. He smirked and laid them on the
tray. He then produced a couple of cotton swabs and a bottle of
some orange colored liquid. Next came two large metal rings that
had a split. The two ends of the split twisted apart. The rings
were large in gage but only about a half an inch in diameter. Two
hefty looking needles that looked hollow came out next and were
placed next to the other stuff. The bag was snapped shut and the
thin man walked to the edge of the stage and retrieved a chair on
rollers. He scooted the chair to in front of Vicky and sat down
and moved forward. He was almost under her breasts like a car
mechanic would work on the under side of a car on a hoist.
He reached up and grabbed and twisted her breasts in a very rude
manner. Batted them back and forth like a cat playing with a
hanging toy. Vicky's breasts swung free and heavy to this torment
and the crowd hooted and yelled. The man then placed his palms
against both nipples, sort of cupping her breasts in his open
hands. He jiggled his hands rapidly up and down and side to side
making her breasts danced an obscene little dance all on their
own. The crowd yelled for more.
He then took both hands and squeezing from the base of the breast
to the nipple. He performed a milking action that brought blood to
the nipple and then he squeezed causing Vicky to squirm at the
uncomfortable feeling. He performed this milking action until
Vicky's nipples were engorged and larger than normal. She always
thought she had large nipples anyhow after breast feeding Megan but
what this man had done, made them the size and color of a ripe
cherry.
He reached to the tray and got a swab and dipped it in the orange
liquid. He painted her nipples with the liquid. It stung a bit
because of the torment he had just put them through. He reached up
and placed the bottle and swab on the tray and came back with the
forceps. He grabbed a big handful of her left breast about mid
way to the base and just squeezed. As the nipple popped to
attention, he placed the triangular tips of the forceps on either
side of her nipple. He carefully centering the opening in the
triangular end piece behind the nipple where it melted into the
breast tissue. He squeezed the handles of the forceps together.
The pain made her cry out in agony. As the handles of the forceps
closed, Vicky could hear a ratcheting sound and instinctively knew
the forceps was locked in place. He let the forceps drop and hang,
swinging from her nipple. The man didn't hesitate, he grabbed the
other breast and performed the same agonizing clamping of her other
nipple and let the forceps swing and hang.
He moved quickly now and snatched a needle from the tray. Vicky
closed her eyes and felt the sharpest pain since giving birth to
Megan. The man passed the needle all the way through and then
pushed it out with the split end of one of the rings. The needled
made a tinkling sound as it hit the floor. He pushed the split
ends of the ring closed against a small bead and she heard and felt
it click closed. She tried to summon the strength for the next
one.
The same process was done on the other breast and Vicky could not
hold back the scream. She could feel blood trickle from both
rings. The man opened the bag again and took out a white towel and
spray bottle. He sprayed something on her nipples that was cold
and smelled of antiseptic. Almost at once, her nipples ceased to
hurt. She imagined there must have been some novocaine or
something to take away the pain. He wiped her breasts with the
towel and she could see the red of her blood from the rings. After
a couple of sprays from the bottle and more wiping, there was no
more blood on the white towel. She was thankful she would not
bleed to death.
The man opened the bag and tossed all the gear into it, placed it
on the tray and then slid the tray and chair to the side of the
stage. He returned and got up on the platform behind Vicky. He
reached around her and grabbing the base of her breasts, swung them
back and forth and shook them up and down making the rings dance.
The crowd loved the show.
The man let go of her breasts and reached for her pussy. She was
panic stricken. He massaged her clit and probed her with his
fingers. To her horror, he placed three fingers up her pussy and
she felt his thumb forcing it's way up her bottom. She thrashed
her head around to try to see him and screamed "NO".
The second the word came out of her mouth, the ear piece hissed to
life. She knew she had done something that would cause severe
consequences. She closed her eyes to the thoughts that she just
flashed in her mind. Mistress Kim hissed into the ear piece, "you
were warned". Vicky's heart skipped a beat.
The man behind her removed his fingers and she felt him fumbling
with the front of his trousers. Before she could even blink, she
felt him violate her. He rammed his cock deep up her with one
swift motion causing her to suck her breath in. He was pounding
her savagely making her breasts heave and bounce because of the
position she was in. They swung and danced to the pounding she was
receiving from behind. The crowd roared.
As she was being pounded, wishing he would just finish and get it
over with, the crowd roared again. She whipped her head around and
almost died to see Megan strapped to an identical platform being
wheeled to the center and parked. The guard stopped Megan's
platform close to Vicky so Megan was able to see what was being
done to her mother. When Vicky looked at Megan, she saw tears in
Megan's eyes as well as intense fear. Megan's mouth had also been
taped shut. She wanted to comfort Megan in the worst way but was
strapped to this damn platform with a cock up her pussy.
The man arched his back and unloaded a tremendous load of cum
inside Vicky. She was so disgusted, she had to swallow to keep
from throwing up. The man pulled out and zipped up his fly.
As he was getting off the stage, two guards came out and the hoist
cable lowered. As they were taking Vicky's cuffs off, the ear
piece told Vicky "better be good, last chance". The guards spun
the platform Vicky was on so her ass was now facing the crowd. The
ear piece told Vicky to lean over the bar, grab the cheeks of her
ass and spread them wide. Vicky quickly did what she was told and
she could feel the foul load of cum the man had just deposited,
start to run out of her still open pussy. The crowd yelled and
cheered as the liquid ran out and pooled between Vicky's spread
legs.
The guards came back out and spun Vicky's platform so Vicky was
face to face with Megan. One guard slapped a piece of tape across
Vicky's mouth and pressed it tight. The guards then attached the
hoist cable to Megan's cuffs and the hoist raised Megan's arms well
above her head. This forced her to lean forward and stand in the
same spread, leaning position Vicky was in earlier. Megan's
breasts were not as large as Vicky's but were still large by
oriental standards and hung heavy.
The ear piece hissed to life again and told Vicky to cup her own
breasts, lean forward and display the new rings for Megan. Megan's
eyes grew wide with fear. Vicky tried to give Megan a look with
her own eyes that conveyed that they didn't hurt anymore. The tape
prevented communications between them.
Mistress Kim pranced back on stage, waving her arms and chattering
something in a language Vicky did not understand. The crowd
roared. Vicky glanced over and men were pressing close to the
stage waving wads of what appeared to be money. Arms waving,
shouting, jumping up and down as Mistress Kim walked up and down
the front of the stage. Vicky just knew this was about Megan. Her
heart skipped a beat.
Mistress Kim stopped, snatched the wad of money from one short, fat
oriental in a shabby business suite. He raised his arms above his
head as he leaped on stage and did a little dance. As she went
down the line, Mistress Kim snatched three more wads of money and
three more disgusting looking little men jumped and pranced on
stage.
Mistress Kim clapped her hands and lined them up in a straight
line, facing the two bound and helpless women. Mistress Kim came
face to face with Vicky who was still leaning forward, cupping her
own breast in a display posture. Vicky did not dare move.
Mistress Kim came so close to Vicky's face, Vicky could smell the
foul breath of the evil little woman. Mistress Kim looked Vicky in
the eyes and hissed, "you learn big lesson tonight, follow orders,
not hesitation, no matter what".
Vicky wanted to reach out and choke the evil bitch but she knew she
was helpless to resist. She could barely see through the tears as
Mistress Kim told her Megan had to match her mother so Megan would
have her nipple pierced as well. Vicky was warned if she moved
from the position she was presently in, the "doctor" would get to
fuck Megan while Vicky watched. Mistress Kim asked Vicky if she
would hold still and Vicky nodded yes.
Still facing each other, naked, helpless and obscenely displayed,
Megan and Vicky locked eyes. The "doctor" came back out dragging
his tray and chair and proceed to set up for Megan's piercing. He
sat in the chair and manipulated Megan's breasts as he had done
Vicky's. He grabbed the base of each breast and squeezed down in
the milking action to engorge Megan's tiny nipples. As Vicky
watched in horror at what was about to be done to her poor sweet
Megan, the ear pieced hissed that the four disgusting men would
"entertain" Vicky while the "doctor" did his work. The ear piece
warned Vicky not to move and hold her tits up for the men. Vicky
froze in the leaning position and took a firm grip on her breast
and squeezed them up. She closed her eyes when she heard Mistress
Kim seemingly going through a count down.
All of a sudden, at what must have been the last number of the
count down, the little men were on her like a pack of wolves. They
pushed and shoved and jockeyed for position. The first target was
her spread and helpless pussy and ass hole. The first two men on
the platform dove for the holes and penetrated both almost at the
same time. Vicky gasped against the tape. The other two men raced
around front and each grabbed and squeezed one breast each almost
tearing them loose from Vicky's grip. Vicky sucked air in hard
through her nose when the little bastards attacking her tits
started pulling on the fresh new nipple rings. Vicky looked down
at her nipples and could not believe how far the little bastards
were stretching them. About the time she was starting to worry
about her nipples being ripped off, she heard Megan scream through
her tape gag and saw the same gage ring being forced through the
first nipple.
Mistress Kim's voice came over the loudspeakers and barked
something in the foreign language again. The four men that were
attacking Vicky stopped and exchanged positions. The two from
behind now twisted and stretched Vicky's nipple rings and her pussy
and ass hole were assaulted with new enthusiasm. Vicky was
distracted once again by the tugging and pulling on her nipples and
one of the little bastards behind her had almost his entire fist up
her pussy and was twisting it wildly while pulling and pinching her
clit. She thought her ass hole would be ripped by the other man
because he was digging and gouging without mercy. She was brought
back from her distraction by another scream from Megan. Vicky
thought, "thank god, at least she is through it".
Vicky kept a firm grip on her breasts while the men continued to
torment and stretch her nipples and she tried to tune out the
unholy assault on her pussy and ass hole. The "doctor" was
spraying Megan with the liquid that took away the pain and stopped
the bleeding. He wiped away with the towel and toyed with Megan's
rings, adjusting them so the little bead that snapped the ring
together hung to the bottom. He bounced Megan's breasts up and
down and watched the rings bounce along with the breasts.
The ear piece snapped her brain to focus from the hatred she was
projecting toward the "doctor". Mistress Kim's evil voice told
Vicky to let go of her tits and lock her hands behind her head and
lean forward even more. Vicky didn't even think to hesitate, she
just did as ordered. The men at her tits had free swinging toys to
play with now and attacked them with more energy. One man on each
breast, they jiggled and bounced and swung them. One man put his
palm flat and pushed the breast he controlled up into a flattened
position. He then just dropped his hand away and the breast fell
on it's own and just wiggled. The other little bastard liked what
he saw and did the same with the breast he controlled. Both men
alternated flattening a breast and letting it fall and jiggle.
Vicky was so humiliated by all this obscene probing and disgusting
display of her body she wanted to just close her eyes and wish
everything away.
She opened her eyes again when she heard Mistress Kim clapping and
yelling commands to be heard over the din of the crowd noise. The
crowd was in a frenzy. The men tormenting Vicky quickly got off
the platform and lined up again. Two guards came out and unhooked
Megan's arms and cuffed her hands behind her back. Megan tried to
raise up a bit and the "doctor" got up on the platform and pushed
her forward into a leaning position again. Mistress Kim was
standing in front of Vicky and said, "you learn big lesson, yes?"
Vicky shook her head. "You do what you ordered". Vicky shook her
head again. "We see about that". Mistress Kim said in a hiss and
barked something to the guards.
The guards unhooked Vicky's ankles and took her off the platform.
They tied her ankles back together and cuffed her hands behind her
back. Vicky was in a kneeling position, facing Megan so her
profile was to the crowd who had quieted, waiting to see what
Mistress Kim was about to make her do. The guard hooked the hoist
cable to Vicky's wrist cuffs and the cable started up. This
brought Vicky's arms back and up, forcing her to lean forward or
have her arms ripped from their sockets.
