chapter five / laura goes underground
Richard and Laura spent the rest of the afternoon talking for most of the
time. After a short meal that she had prepared, they went back to the
livingroom. Instantly, Laura noticed that the videocam had been moved
somewhere else. She also remarked that her master's behavior had somewhat
changed a bit. He wasn't as gentle as before and he didn't want to discuss
anything. A little puzzled, Laura decided to remain silent, not wanting to
unplease him.
When they had taken a digestive drink, went to the bathroom and returned
to the livingroom, the man became slightly strange in his attitude through
her. He didn't seem patient and he suddenly signalled her to kneel beside
him. He put back the dog leash to her collar and simply explain:
- Now, Laura, we have to go back to work!
The young female wondered if it was the twilight that was acting on his
mind. Was she close from the truth or not? During the few hours before
dusk, Richard made her walk on all fours in every room, beginning to be
more rude each time he talked to her. She started to be a little scared,
but she tried to hide it from him.
The wall clock rang 9 o'clock. He just said, without any other
explanation:
- Ah! it's time for us to go downstair, Laura.
Laura didn't know that the cabin had a basement in the first place, but
she remained silent, in expectation. He pulled the leash and dragged her to
the treshold of a door. He opened it and a dark rectangular appeared. She
just saw the beginning of a stairway going down and he ordered her:
- Let's go, Laura, we don't have all evening...
The girl tried to stand up to walk the stairs, but he quickly hit her
buttocks with the leash, almost screaming:
- Since when dogs get down on a stairway on two legs?
- But Master, I risk falling...
- Shut up, slave! he cut her. Get on your hands and knees and start
descending! You'll have to find a way not to hurt yourself...
Laura was sure that she was going to tumble down. So she got flat on the
floor and crawled to the edge. She could hardly see for more than two feet
in front of her. Trembling, she extended both arms and secured her hands to
the first step. She crawled forward and she grabbed the next one with her
left hand before leaving the first from the security of her right hand. She
continued to the third, observing that her legs and feet couldn't help her
much, but made her able to lower her center of gravity as long as she
remained flat on the floor. At the fifth step, her pelvis went over the
edge of the stairway and she thought that she was going to tumble down
anyway. Scared like hell, she grabbed more firmly the step she was holding
and forced her to remain perfectly aligned with the slope of the stairway.
The next steps took her at least a minute each, so her master pulled on the
leash, whispering:
- Come on, Laura, hurry up!
How much other steps did she had to crawl down to? About ten, she
thought, continuing her crawling and firm grabbing. But after the eighth
step, Laura's hand touched something firm, longer than the usual step. Was
there an intermediate landing ahead? They were in complete darkness, so she
couldn't tell. She heard the click of a switch and a single lightbulb
lightened the basement.
It wasn't a real basement which it would have been a bit peculiar anyway
for a hunter's cabin. It looked more like a cellar. The floor was only
battered soil which had quite an irregular surface. The outside walls were
made of concrete blocks and showed only two vents that were closed by
pieces of plywood. No ceiling could be seen except for the hardwood
firstfloor and the beams that supported it. The height was only about five
feet below the beam, so they would have to remain bent if they stood on two
feet.
Richard became more relax and he told her:
- You are lucky, Laura. If we had rain the later days, you would be
crawling in the mud now...
The young female teacher remained silent, trying to look around the place
through the pale lighting. With fear, she saw an assortment of tools laying
on an old set of shelves. There were clamps, handcuffs, spreader bar, ropes
and chains. She even noticed a whip hanging from a hook. There were some
other things along, but she didn't think that they were necessary to the
following game.
- Welcome to my kind of dungeon, Laura, he said. I know it doesn't look
spectacular, but we will have to manage the most of it.
He pulled her by the leash to the center of the cellar and released her.
Suddenly, she realized that the disappeared videocam was now in sight, well
set to tape the evening game that they were going to play.
- Tonight, he said, you won't be blindfolded, but I decided to gag you
with this.
Richard pulled from his pocket a small and stretchy piece of black fabric
that she soon recognized as her own panties. He stretched them between his
two hands, swivelled around her and applied the gag after ordering her to
open her mouth. Silenced but for brief sound of muttering, Laura waited.
Richard took the handcuffs and a pair of strange restraints from a shelve
and went back to her, bending enough not to hurt his head on the beams. He
asked her to move her arms over her head and he handcuffed them. Turning to
the restraints, he explained:
- For these, you have to kneel.
She complied to his command. He fixed a big belt in the middle of each
thigh and a smaller one to each ankle. All four restraint were equipped
with a fastening system that enabled them to be attached together. Laura
had now her ankles bound to her thighs. Richard went to the shelves and got
back with a spreader bar that had restraints at both ends and he
positionned them between Laura's knees expanding her to the limit.
- Now, he said, let's hang you to the beam!
The girl started trembling in terror, afraid that she was going to die
right there.
No, no, he told her impatiently. I'm not hanging you by the neck, Laura,
you don't have to say your prayers.
He used chains passing through rings screewed to the beams and the
handcuffs to haul her from the ground. When she got all her weight on her
arms, Laura managed to scream of pain that her gag reduced to mild
muttering.
To efficiently gain access to Laura's pussy, Richard had to remove the
spreader bar between her knees. He replaced the bar by attaching both ropes
tied to others rings on the ceiling main beam. Laura felt too weak to make
any effort to fight the oncoming, so she stayed in her stretched position,
her cunt widely open as an offering.
When all her weight was released to her arms, Laura believed that she was
going to be dismembered. The pain was tremendous and her ackward position
didn't help her to ease it. She tried to scream through the gag but weren't
able to drag much attention to her hard condition. Fortunately, after about
ten minutes, the pain faded lightly as long as she remained immobile. Tears
were falling from her eyes.
Richard decided that it was an appropriate moment to raise the level of
pain and he went to find hard ropes.
Now, he told her, let's try bringing those tits a little bigger...
He approached Laura slowly with the rope, leading her to swing to try
futily to escape which concluded to heavier pain in her stretched arms. He
stood behind her and let the rope fall on each side of the shoulders, then
returning to the front.
Let's tie those now! He speaked to himself.
He took both end of the rope, stetched them and started to make many turns
around each breast, very tight. After so many circles, he attached the
remaining end of both ropes one to the other with a big knot.
Laura had often seen tit torture pictures on the net newsgroup and she had
fantasized a lot about that. But nothing she imagined before matched the
incredible pain that start to build in both globes of flesh. Soon, they
were very hard retaining blood.
Richard approached her and he began caressing both breasts with his hands.
He wasn't making any harsh movement but any tickling would send waves of
pain inside. Laura tried to resist his touching, feeling a bit angry, but
this only resulted on him being madder. He went back to the shelves and
brought back an assortment of clothespins and clamps. Laura's eyes enlarged
with terror as she realised that he intented to use those while she was
still tit-bound.
Richard first applied a metal clip to her right nipple, then to the other.
Laura realised that her poor breast could endure a lot more pain than what
they had already suffered. The nipples were hard to erect because of the
high blood pressure in each breast, but the metal grip managed to find them
and immediately sent new waves of radiated pain. Afterward, Richard decided
to make a pattern around the nipples with clothespins biting in the flesh.
Six of them found a place in a kind of sun shape, just outside the dark
aureola. Strangely, Laura didn't really feel increasing pain from those,
except when they were first installed or being touched by her master.
This game continued for more than one hour. Each time, Richard had remarked
her helpless victim was beginning to lose conscience due to the suffering,
he took pride at playing with the clothespins or even the metal clamps;
this always brought her back to full consciensness, with sheer agony. He
finally got a little tired of that and he went picking up the whip. Laura
saw him coming back to her, but wasn't able to offer any resistance.
Don't worry, Laura, he said, I won't strike your breast tonight!
He did not tell her how much shots he was willing to give her, but he made
an accurate count of those with a loud voice. Due to low ceiling height of
the cellar, he wasn't quite able to hit her back with efficiency. So he
started to strike her buttocks with the whip, slamming them making swacking
sound. On each shot, Laura was pushed up in reaction, which concluded to
stretch again her arms when she returned down.
One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten!
Richard moved in front. Laura's face was red and covered with perspiration
drops. Making efforts to hit up of the restraint belt, he directed his next
strokes to the upper and tender part of both thighs.
One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten!
When he stopped, the girl's upper thighs were striped with red marks that
soon turned purple.
To efficiently gain access to Laura's pussy, Richard had to remove the
spreader bar between her knees. He replaced the bar by attaching both knees
to ropes secured to others rings on the ceiling main beam. Laura felt too
weak to make any effort to fight the oncoming, so she stayed in her
stretched position, her cunt widely open as an offering.
With all his strenght, Richard actionned the whip again, aiming to Laura's
pussy.
One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten!
Laura felt an incredible burning between her cunt lips. But she didn't
faint, feeling an even more incredible excitement that lead her to cume
right then. Richard decided that it was enough with the whip. He approached
her and touched her ravaged pussy with his fingers, holding them before her
eyes afterward.
Laura was scared to death when she discovered that blood was mixed with her
cum.
Good thing I didn't whip your breast, Laura, did he say. That would have
made the rest of the game impossible for you to endure.
So, it wasn't finish yet. Richard removed the ropes that tied Laura's
breast that soon felt more relief, although they remained inflated and very
painfull. Any touching to them would send back waves of pain inside.
Richard unfastened the restraints that bound the thighs with the ankles,
but he didn't remove them. He simply fixed them to rings attached to joists
hanging from the beam. Laura was now hanging just below the cellar ceiling
and fortunately it relieved her arms from about half of her weight,
distributing the rest to her thighs and ankles. He also put a kind of large
leather strap below her tummy and fixed both ends to chains attached to the
main beam. Laura's breast was pushing downward due to gravity, so was her
head as she saw the rest of the man's preparation. Richard brought an
adjustable stool that he put just below Laura'' breast before he started to
raise the seat by unscrewing the endless screw under it. When the seat
arrived about a foot of the breast, he put a plywood box on it and resumed
raising it. He only stopped when most of Laura's tits were hidden in the
woodbox without touching the bottom nor any side.
The young teacher was puzzled. What was he going to do to her? He didn't
give any clue as he opened a can of a kind of oily nature that smelled
really bad. Unable to evade the bas smell, Laura tried to close her
nostrils, but she soon realized that she had already less breathing
capacity with the gag and she stopped. Richard took a small paintbrush,
sank it in the can and started mysteriously to apply the oily liquid to the
interior part of the box and to her breast, sending pain to them, making
her jump a little.
I know, Laura, did he say without stopping his kind of painting, it smells
and looks bad, but tomorrow you will thank me for it as it would be a lot
more painfull if I don't.
Richard got rid of the paintbrush, closed the smelly can and disposed of
them. He returned with a pair of metal container, a heavy bag and a trowel.
The first container was empty and covered with kind of gray dirt; the
second had water in it and a plastic cup floating in it.
With tears in her eyes, swet dripping from her forehead and cheeks, Laura
had difficulty following what was going under her. She desperetely tried to
read what was written on the bag. Her view was troubled, but she finally
did understand what the inscription was : fast setting cement. She asked
herself with an invisible smile if he intended to sink her in a river with
concrete blocks chained at her feet. Soon she realized what was his goal,
not her feet, but her breast...
Richard didn't say anything, but he carefully mixed the powder from the bag
with the water, adding a few little pieces of rock from the ground. Using
the trowel, he made certain that all the metal container was well mixed and
he began putting part of it in the box. When the trowel touched her skin,
Laura tried to evade the sufferings, but wasn't very successfull. The box
was filled to the top and Richard used his hands to make sure that both
breasts were fully deepened in the formwork. Assured about that, he stood
apart and he told her :
Now, Laura, we just have to wait until tomorrow. It's quick drying cement I
used, so it will be quite hard next morning.
Laura realized that she was going to spend the entire night in the cellar,
bound to the ceiling and her breast in the formwork. She tried to beg him
to spare her that awfull task, but the gag prevented most of her sounds and
he left her in that awkward position. Richard stopped the videocam,
returned to the starway, giving her a last look before disappearing. Laura
thought that he looked happy and that made her feel loved.
Then Laura heard a well-known click of an electric switch and the only
lightbulb was shut off. So she had to stay in complete darkness for the
rest of the night. She started to feel a little afraid when she heard
strange noises below her : it looked like something was moving down there,
maybe they were mices, she thought, a little bit scared. She didn't like
those kind of animals, even if they weren't able to cause her much harm in
her position. After that, she felt that something very small was walking
over her naked back, tickling her skin. It was probably just a little
spider, but the thought didn't comfort her one bit.
But after two hours hanging there, Laura found that something was a lot
more terrifying than the darkness, the mice or the spiders. Laura recalled
that her breasts began to experience another sensation other than their
previous sufferings. The quick drying process was causing heat to disperse
and it was radiating through her achy tits, ... burning them!
