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Chapter V
Allie then proceeded to give me the lowdown on Nancy and the parson. It seems that the parson and the county sheriff, Vlad, were old buddies and one day he received an invitation to come over to the jail. He found the sheriff and his men working on Nancy, who had been arrested on a trumped-up charge so that they could make her rat on the motorcycle gang she was traveling with. Vlad was sure that this gang was responsible for the abrupt rise in drug dealing going on in his bailiwick.
The first time the parson laid eyes on her she was stark naked and hanging by her wrists from a hook in the basement cell they used for their interrogations. That was three years ago when Nancy was about seventy pounds lighter thanks to all the drugs she was taking. It was evident that the softening up part of the interrogation was over, and the real fun was about to take place. She had two black eyes, a split lip, a swollen, bloody nose as well as ears that now looked like saucers topped off by all sorts of facial bruises covering the colors of the spectrum. One cop was pounding her ass cheeks with a rubber hose loaded with lead shot while another one was seeing how far up her cunt his nightstick could go.
The sheriff had realized that this was one tough cookie and decided that his old buddy, the parson, might have some advice on how to make her see the error of her ways. So for the better part of that day and most of the night the parson made some suggestions and watched the sheriff and his men execute them on this stubborn motorcycle mama. Nancy was douched with liquid fire, a mixture of chili peppers, horse liniment, wood alcohol and peroxide guaranteed to clean out anything and everything that might be lodged inside a woman's pussy, including its mucous membrane lining. The first time she got the usual dose that was diluted with an equal part of water. Later she got it straight from the bottle, something that had never been done to any woman before her. She screamed until her vocal cords quit and damn near ruptured herself trying to break free of the manacles holding her legs wide apart. Vlad decided to see if a third douche would be the charm, but still Nancy remained totally uncooperative.
They finally had to shove a hose into her cunt and give her a full force cleaning to revive her so she could be interrogated some more. This time they blasted her front and back using a fire hose turned full on. It was like she was being beaten with a hammer as her tits, belly, cunt and asshole took a brutal going over. She kept passing out but refused to say anything despite taking the fire hose treatment for nearly an hour. They had to stop because it was getting very difficult for them to revive her, and the sheriff was afraid that she might die before telling them anything. That man was all heart.
A lengthy rape break was declared involving all those changing shifts, as well as the ones involved in sweating the truth out of their prisoner. Nancy was raped, reraped and then raped again and again until she was nearly unconscious. When the parson took his turn he made her eyes pop as he skewered her fucked out cunt. She had rarely experienced a cock as long and thick, let alone having it driven into her by three hundred pounds of very angry man. The parson really enjoyed watching her eyes go wide every time he bottomed out in her cunt, shifting her cervix to accommodate the intruder. The fact that her cunt was raw from the searing douches it had received made the agony associated with being raped by the parson even greater. That seemed to spur him on to even harder and deeper strokes that he delivered with relish. His friend the sheriff later kidded him about almost killing the prisoner with his cock before she talked.
Nancy was then strapped down on a low wooden bench with her legs pulled back and over her head, then anchored to the bench to make her cunt and asshole available for more torture while water was forced into her stomach via a hose jammed down her throat. The hose not only transported water into her belly, it also made getting any air to her lungs very difficult. The cops would make bets on whether she would pass out from lack of air or from the pressure of her bulging belly that would get so big that it squeezed her lungs flat. Sometimes she got the water very slowly forcing her to pass out repeatedly before her stomach was pronounced to be at its limit. At times she looked as if she was in her tenth month with twins. Nancy stubbornly refused to say anything despite being bloated so horribly over and over.
They amused themselves by seeing how many nightsticks they could jam into her cunt at one time; five was the record, although they did manage to get four up her cunt while she was holding three in her asshole, a record of sorts. The parson mounted her while she was being filled and rammed his hard tool deep into her sore cunt as the water stretched her belly and made each thrust even more painful as her belly grew larger and larger. They realized that his approach wasn't going to work after they beat her belly with a rubber hose while she was being bloated, causing her to almost drown in her own vomit.
Another rape break was declared and this time after the sheriff and his men had their fill of her cunt, the parson turned her over and fucked her asshole pile driver style until she bled like a stuck pig. So they hoisted her up by her wrists, which were cuffed behind her back, and went to work on her with rubber hoses and their fists for almost an hour while she dangled like a worm on a hook, her feet about a foot and a half above the concrete floor. The parson concentrated on smashing her big tits flat against her chest wall over and over until she passed out. He revived her by holding a lit cigarette to her nipples and then resumed his savage beating until her tits were black and swollen.
Someone got the bright idea of attaching a couple of five-gallon pails to her manacled ankles and gradually filling them with water to further strain her aching shoulders. Nancy shuddered in agony as the growing weight stretched her muscles to their limits and then beyond. Suddenly she let out a strange half grunt, half croak a second before there was a dull popping sound announcing that one of her shoulders had been pulled from its socket. A second pop followed almost immediately and she passed out as the pails of water sank toward the floor.
The parson was smart enough to realize that if the pails of water weren't released from her ankles, further permanent damage would occur as the tendons and ligaments were stretched until they ruptured. He quickly removed the pails from her manacled ankles and checked her pulse, noticing that she had turned a ghastly shade of white and her breathing was very shallow. He pounded his fist between her blackened breasts in an attempt to get her heart beating normally. It was at this point that the rest of them realized that their prisoner was on the verge of checking out on them. There was frantic activity to get her down and covered with a blanket to stop the shivering fit that resulted from her being in deep shock.
Ever the gentleman, the parson popped Nancy's dislocated shoulders back into their sockets. The pain snapped her out of her trance. To celebrate her return to the land of the living another rape break was announced and carried out once she was properly restrained with her hands securely cuffed behind her back, a position that caused her tremendous pain. To make it more interesting the large sink in the cell was filled and then Nancy was dunked into the water while they raped her doggie style. All the punishment she had absorbed previously made it easy to hold her head beneath the water until she started to inhale and swallow in her desperate attempt to find something for her lungs to breath.
Once she passed out her cunt would spasm and clamp around the cock that was boring her out at the time. The men really enjoyed the extra sensation this provided and so Nancy was nearly drowned by the enthusiastic dunking and fucking she received for nearly an hour straight. Vlad had to intervene to prevent them from killing his prisoner; decreeing that Nancy had to be given a minute or so to recover every time she passed out.
The parson was the only one who ignored his orders, ass fucking Nancy until she passed out and actually turned blue from being submerged for over three minutes. When he pulled her limp body from the sink, she was pale and cold. He laughed and dropped her to the floor and then stomped her belly and tits until she puked up the water she'd swallowed and began to gasp for breath. He laughed and let her have his booted foot right into her swollen, fucked out cunt, not once but twice. Then he leaned down and grabbed her by the throat, saying in a dead cold voice, You are going to tell my friend the sheriff what he wants to know or I am going to personally fuck you to death. I'm getting tired of all this bullshit! I don't know what your problem is, but you are beginning to get on my nerves, and that can be fatal in your case. You've only got a little while longer to live; you think about that. To emphasize his anger the parson kicked her squarely in the cunt so hard that he nearly lifted her body off the floor.
Nancy was dragged to a strange-looking chair and securely strapped to it. Her legs were spread to the max allowing them access to her cunt. The chair had no back, just a pad on a post to which her head was strapped. Her arms were pulled straight up and chained to an overhead track. The tiny seat on which she balanced had a hole cut out that allowed them to get at her asshole, if required. The seat was so small that her butt cheeks hung over the side. For some reason the parson hadn't paid much attention to all her tattoos; but now he focused on the large block letters SATAN'S WHORE that crowned her hairy cunt. Those words infuriated him to the point that he smashed his fist into Nancy's face, splattering blood all over the place as her nose broke and her lips split from the force of the blow. I'm going to burn that filth off your body before I kill you! He spat. Nancy even in her dazed condition shuddered at the tone of his voice, realizing that he meant what he was saying. Sheriff Vlad grabbed the parson by the arm and yelled, Parson, get a grip on that temper! I asked you here to help me, not fuck things up!
The parson was mortified that he had let this stubborn woman get the best of him. He nodded his head and replied to his friend, You're right, I don't know what the hell got into me. Let me take a walk and then I'll be back to make this prisoner sing every song she knows and then some. The sheriff laughed and punched him on the arm, hard. We'll keep her alive until you get back to close the deal. That's a promise.
The parson was gone for over an hour. Vlad and his men continued to work on Nancy. They burned her with lit cigarettes and cigars, concentrating on her swollen tits, armpits, belly, thighs and cunt. Others amused themselves by trying to whip the skin off her back with a variety of weapons including a bundle of electrical wire that slashed her to ribbons, but was so heavy that the men could only use it use three or four times before they had to rest. One deputy spent all his time beating her swollen shoulders with a nightstick, causing incredible pain and making her pass out repeatedly, much to the disappointment of the others. It was beginning to take longer and longer to revive the woman, so the sheriff called a halt to allow her to recover her strength. He knew that when the parson returned she would suffer as if she were burning in hell itself.
When the parson returned he was carrying a cattle prod, a modified field telephone and a bag of firecrackers, the big ones that could remove a finger if you weren't paying attention to what you were doing. Nancy was about to get a taste of hell on earth, parson style. The deputies crowded around him and watched as he began to punish the beaten, burned and bloodied prisoner. At his request Nancy was gagged securely and then the parson leaned close to her battered face, smiled and said, You are about to get a taste of what it's going to be like for you when you burn in hell for all eternity. I'm going to hurt you bad, real bad and you're going to take it until I decide to give you a chance to answer the sheriff's questions truthfully. If you don't tell him what he wants to know I will start doing things to your body that will make you beg for death, but I'll keep you alive, don't worry about that. You will talk, you will beg the sheriff to send you to prison for the rest of your life. You will do anything to stop the pain I will give you.
No one who witnessed what happened to the prisoner in the next hour and a half will ever forget it. Some of the men claim they still have nightmares about what they saw that night. The parson taped a couple of firecrackers to her blistered and burned armpits, lit them and stepped back to watch what happened. Nancy was still too dazed from her ordeal to realize what was about to happen.
The sound of the two firecrackers exploding inside the cell was painful to the ears. Nancy's eyes almost popped from her head and then her body lunged against the straps holding her to the chair as she began to foam at the mouth. The cords in her neck bulged as she attempted to use her damaged vocal cords to scream. Her body began to shake and her bowels and bladder failed simultaneously as her system tried to react to the horrible pain that radiated from her smoking armpits. The stench of her charred flesh made the deputies cover their noses and turn away to escape the acrid mixture of seared tissue and gunpowder. Nancy shuddered and spasmed again and again, her body straining to escape the bonds that held her fast. Her face started to turn color and it was the parson who had the presence of mind to realize that in her agony she was swallowing the cloth used to muffle her screams. He quickly freed it from her throat and her shrieks and squawking echoed through the room. Nancy had just gotten a small taste of hell.
The parson jammed the saliva soaked rag back into her mouth and called for someone to tape her mouth shut. All that screeching is hurting my ears, not too mention the smell from what she just deposited on the floor. I'll make her lick up every bit once she's done singing to the sheriff. He yanked Nancy's head back by her hair and stared into eyes that had gone blank. Guess she needs a wake up call. I've got just the thing for her.
He proceeded to place a pair of earphones on Nancy and then hooked up some wires that connected them to a crank operated magneto that supplied power to the earphones. The deputies took turns cranking the magneto, creating a wave of sound that deafened their prisoner and at the same time sending a surge of high voltage electricity through her skull. Smoke literally rose from Nancy's ears as they jolted her over and over and over, watching her dance and twitch as she suffered the torments of the damned, which she truly was at this point. Only her strong heart prevented her from having a fatal seizure, but she came close again and again. Finally the parson signaled them to stop. Nancy continued to twitch and shake even after the sound and current had ceased, snot pouring from her broken nose and her eyes blinking wildly for a time, then freezing into a blank stare until the next spasm set them off on another violent fit.
The parson slapped her face viciously a number of times to get her attention, so what was left of her mind could focus on the new pain she was about to endure. He grinned at her and said, You'll really love this. I'm going to turn that cunt of yours into soup with this little baby. It works fine on animals ten times your size, so it'll really fry your insides until they turn into jelly and come running out of that sloppy cunt and mix in with all that piss and shit you dumped on the floor. You're going to have a lot of cleaning to do with that tongue of yours provided you survive the prod and another little surprise I have in store for you before you get a chance to tell that nice sheriff over there everything he wants to know. If not, well I'm going to pack your cunt and asshole with as many firecrackers as I can fit and then set them off so you can go straight to hell in the style that a rotten cunt like you deserves. Nancy was so terrified that she pissed all over herself once more.
He held the wicked looking instrument up before her eyes and pressed the button causing an arc of electricity to form between the two metal posts that were situated on the wand. These can be moved up and down the shaft so that the electricity can cover a big or a small area. Let's see how it works on your clit, he said with an evil grin. Nancy struggled to no avail, the straps held fast and the wand was positioned so that it lay on the hood guarding her sex button. Then her world exploded into agony as the juice arced and sparked and began to fry her clit. The nubbin of flesh spasmed free of its protective hood in a reflexive attempt to escape the pain, only to cause the amount of current to increase as it no longer needed to go through the fleshy barrier that had surrounded it. Nancy passed out and twitched mindlessly as the parson kept the current flowing through her sizzling clit. Slowly it turned from pink, to red, then crimson and then began to swell as it took on a purplish hue. The parson took his finger off the hot button and let Nancy recover her senses. One of the deputies stepped in and held his lighted cigar against one of her nipples to revive her.
This time the parson adjusted the posts to nearly their full separation estimating that it would cover her fuck channel from the neck of her uterus to the outer lips of her cunt. He looked into her bulging eyes and grinned as he pushed the wand deep inside her ruined cunt until it was seated to his satisfaction. Then he pressed the button that started the flow. Nancy thrashed helplessly and screamed silently as her cunt was slowly fried by the river of electrical energy that flowed through it. The parson alternated the time and the power of each burst that he gave her. Nancy soon passed out and her blistered nipple had to be burned again in order to revive her for more shock and pain. This time the pain was so great that the woman actually dislocated her shoulders for a second time in a mad attempt to escape the terrible fire burning the length of her fuck hole. The additional pain evidently kept her conscious and so the parson gave her the full dose of power until she pissed herself, only adding to the power of the wand. That made her try to swallow her tongue, which she had already bitten into a bloody mass of tortured flesh in an insane attempt to somehow stop the pain.
It was touch and go for a few minutes as they attempted to pull her tongue from her throat. Even though she had passed out she bit down reflexively on the fingers of those trying to get her breathing passage reopened. Someone thought to knot a handkerchief and use it to prop her jaws open so that her tongue could be captured. To make sure that there would be no repetition of this activity on her part, a loop of twine was noosed around the bleeding organ and anchored around her neck to keep it fully extended from her mouth. A second handkerchief was added to the other side of her jaw to keep her mouth wide, and prepare her for the final torments the parson had planned for her before she either talked or died.
With the deputies watching his every move the parson produced a pair of thin wires. One of them he taped to Nancy's blistered clit, and the other he threaded into her piss hole causing her to tense and wiggle fruitlessly as it ripped open her tender channel. He hooked the wires to the field telephone and smiled coldly before he cranked up the magneto, sending a surge of juice through Nancy's most sensitive region. The sounds she made were eerie, completely alien to the men's ears. Her naked body actually fluttered uncontrollably as the electricity ate through her piss channel and into her bladder. The parson stopped cranking and Nancy still reacted as if the power was still eating away inside her body. The twine holding her tongue to full extension was tested to almost its limits, but held. Nancy had descended into a lower level of hell.
The parson leaned close to his victim and said, I'll bet you think nothing can hurt as bad as this. Well, you're wrong. The next time I jolt you, you're going to have an involuntary reaction. They're fun to watch. You are going to make that wire I buried in your piss hole rip your piss track to shreds. Not me, you're going to do it. I love it when a whore like you does it to herself. Get ready to find out how much pain you can suffer and still stay alive. After we do this a few times I'm going to show you one that tops even this. You will love it if you're into serious pain, and you must be to have been hanging around with that motorcycle garbage and then refusing to do your civic duty. Man I just hate pigs like you!
The room got very quiet, except for the eerie sounds coming from the bleeding lump of flesh that used to be a big healthy piece of prime fuckmeat. The parson began to crank, slowly at first then faster and faster. Nancy's bound body seemed to rise into the air, prevented from flying by the straps that were stretching against the incredible force her pain was generating in her muscles. Inhuman sounds erupted and bubbled from her bleeding mouth and her tongue narrowed dramatically as it fought against the death grip of the twine holding it taut. Then her voice rose and cracked as first the electrified wire shot from her piss hole followed by a spurt and then a stream of blood that splattered her thighs and pooled beneath her wide spread legs that trembled and jerked wildly against the straps holding them to the chair. Nancy was in a new state, one very close to death itself and even closer to total madness, the final defense against the unendurable pain she was experiencing.
The wire was micro machined to only go in, it's covered with tiny flares. The only way out is to rip the cunt a new piss hole, which she just did. Sweet isn't it? He said as the prisoner frothed like a rabid dog, nearly breaking her jaw which was desperately trying to clamp down in a mindless attempt at lessening the horrible pain that was shooting down the length of her piss channel. Some of the deputies were looking away, not being able to stomach what they were seeing.
Lighten up guys, this bitch is really tough. No one has ever gotten this far before, not even close. I can hardly wait to give her the big finish. Then the sheriff can make her sing, although I don't know what language she'll be using considering the shape her vocal cords and tongue are in. That's her problem I guess. I can only make them talk; I can't do their talking for them. This cunt has deserved everything that has happened to her so far and like I said, there's still another neat trick to pull on her.
The sheriff stepped in at this point and ordered a cleanup of the mess surrounding the chair to which Nancy was strapped. A couple of deputies brought out the fire hose and proceeded to blast away all the piss, blood and shit that had been forced from Nancy. At the suggestion of the parson they also hosed her down. The force of the water was so great that the chair was tipped over and Nancy's head smashed against the concrete floor knocking her senseless. She could not be revived.
As it turned out her skull was fractured and they were forced to take her to the local hospital. It took plenty of talking and a few promises from sheriff Vlad before Nancy was admitted and placed in isolation. Her various injuries were taken care of , but nothing was officially recorded. The sheriff decided that what happened had been a blessing in disguise since the parson would have in all likelihood killed the woman that night.
On the other hand the parson was not satisfied with the outcome and demanded that he be given access to her once she was sufficiently recovered to endure more punishment. A compromise was reached which allowed Nancy to be paroled into the custody of the parson. This freed the sheriff and his men of all responsibility for her health and safety.
A few days later the leader of the motorcycle gang and three of his henchmen had a very unfortunate accident. They were evidently run over by an eighteen-wheeler on a deserted stretch of highway a few miles outside of the township limits. It was speculated that the truck was perhaps carrying contraband, which explained the failure of the state police to trace its whereabouts. Two days later another member of the gang was beaten to death by a person or persons unknown. The next day the rest of the group left town after making a very significant contribution to the county widows and orphans fund administered by the sheriff. What happened to Nancy and the parson is a story left for her to tell.
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