UNDERCOVER

Jessica’s a five year veteran of the force.  Still young, attractive, she’s been assigned to a task force investigating the suspicious disappearances of young women from the downtown riverfront night spots.  The task force has been assigned teams, usually a couple or so undercover male officers in the background with a female officer, sometimes two, dressed as ‘Marks’ frequenting certain bars and clubs.  A couple months in without any further disappearances and the rumors are the force is about to be disbanded, much of the task force almost disinterested.  Jessica’s begun to drift over to her own investigation, partly for her own reasons.  Having mingled, hung out with various employees of the clubs, gaining their confidence, she’s got a gut feeling something’s about to break.

Tonight, once again, the members of her team have dropped slips to take the night off early, meaning she can’t officially work alone.  Setting by the bar, ready to leave, the others long gone, approached by a couple of the waitresses’ she’s made friends with, she can’t believe what’s just happened, she’s just been offered a part in an abduction.  Realizing they’re serious, deciding to go it without the team, scrambling, contacting by cell phone someone she knows she can con into helping, she gets her to agree to come to the club as soon as possible, willing to become involved, without really knowing the situation, the slightest idea of the severity what the consequences could be.  Jessica let’s the club’s employees involved know she’s in, and wants to help to pick out a good victim.

Her contact arriving alone around midnight, acting like they just met, Jessica foots the tab for a couple drinks.  Watching as she hits the dance floor, Jessica points her out to the employees.  Young, hot, and alone, obviously she appears to be a good choice.  Agreeing, it’s decided she’s the one.  Waiting, partying with the new ‘friend’ till around two in the morning, one of the employee’s involved, their waitress, hangs with them as the club thins out.  Jessica lets her know she has to leave for a few minutes, and it’s agreed she’ll meet them outside at their van at closing.  They’ll handle getting the girl, right after the uniformed police details leave.  Leaving the club, heading for the station house, Jessica knows the wheels are in motion, she’ll be back in time and if they have her ‘friend’ she can have the uniform off duty security detail fake leaving and help make the collar right there on the lot, and bust the case wide open, alone!

Chapter One

       

        After a couple of months of frequenting the downtown bars, clubs, the types she didn’t even realize existed before joining the force the better part of five years ago, she’s in the process of crossing the line.  Having left the club just to check in, jot down the days’ activities until the group disbanded tonight, she leaves the sergeant her report on his desk, and in an hour or so she’ll be getting all the credit for solving the task force’s case.

       “See ye’ Tuesday night, Stef!  After my three day weekend!”  She nods toward the desk officer who barely waves back, on the phone as usual, probably killing time with one of her friends about which supervisor she’s going to blow next.  “Yea, you’re lucky, off the next three.  Get outta here Jessica!… Okay, It’s two… Two twenty five, I’ll jot it down in the blotter.”

       Hastily leaving out the rear entrance, making sure the door’s secured behind her; she walks briskly to the undercover car, getting her purse off the seat before heading toward her Corvette, parked around the building, on the street.  Sliding in, quickly checking the rear view mirror, slipping her tongue across her full lips, she quickly glides the lipstick around, back and forth, puckering them, figuring she’ll easily make it back to the club in time.

       A muggy haze’s in the air, the streets damp from an on again, off again shower.  Pulling slowly past the club, noticing the pair of uniformed off duty officers standing next to the club’s entrance, she pulls to the curb just down the street, lowering her window.  Lighting a cigarette, adjusting her rear view mirror, she waits, watching the parking lot as the club’s lingering patron’s leave.   Halfway through the cigarette, she notices the officers getting in their parked cars in the near empty lot, securing their private detail for the evening.  She smirks to herself… Twenty seven bucks an hour they get paid to watch the tits and ass frequenting the club.

       Watching as they leave the lot, one behind the other, she starts to follow, to stop them, then stops herself, makes a u-turn in the middle of the street, drives past the front door, parking next, but not too close to the dark colored conversion van.  Checking the mirror one last time, again unbuttoning the top couple buttons of her white, silk blouse, spreading her fingertips across the black fringe of her French cut bra, she’s satisfied, ready.  Sliding her radio, gun and I.D. under the passenger seat, she flips the cigarette butt from the window, closing it.  Squatting, stepping from the car, her short, black leather skirt rides up her thighs as she leans, slips her five inch stilettos on.  Straightening, she feels her hardening nipples pushing against her stretching blouse, her stomach tingling with the air of anticipation.  She’s decided to let the whole thing unravel, to find out where the abducted girls are taken, to follow in her car, contact the dispatchers once she’s found where they’re going.

       Stepping over to the van, leaning against one of its back doors, lifting the back of her right heel up over the bumper, she feels the damp, warm metal across her back as she takes another cigarette from her purse, lighting it, takes a long, slow drag while slipping her lighter back in the purse.  Glancing over toward the entrance, watching, waiting, even after the last of the patrons have made their way out, she thinks, plans as the noise of the last couple cars leaving the lot fade.

       Finally the club’s doors swing harshly open, three women, with the one in between obviously on the brink of being incapacitated, step out into the parking lot.  Glancing around, the redhead on the right shouts.  Hey!... Jess, yo!!”  She waves while gripping the arm of the woman in the middle.

       Leaning off the van, Jessica slips her heel from the bumper, waves back.  “Yeh…”bout time girl!”  She yells back as the blonde on the other side gives a quick wave with her free hand while also helping hold the girl up.

       “What’s up with her?”  Jessica asks, as the three make their way to the side of the van.

       “I guess this wanna’ be party girl you picked out can’t hold her drinks.”  The redhead grinningly answers while turning toward the van’s side doors as Jessica grabs a forearm.  Glancing toward her nearly incoherent, but still quite attractive face, her corn rowed, dark hair, Jessica nod’s, frowning.  Unlocking the van’s door, the redhead kneels across the floor getting in, turns, her arms out stretched.  “Hand her to me.”

       “Okay, Beth, here we go.”  Jessica answers the redhead as she twists the limp girl, pushes her toward the open door, with Beth grabbing her, tugging her across the carpeted floor.  Jumping in behind, Jessica hears the door slide shut as the other girl’s already heading around the van, sliding across the driver’s seat.

       “Let’s get outta’ here, Deb.”  Beth quips while glancing toward the front, sliding the girl across her back on the center of the floor.  “Stay the speed limit; we’ve got plenty of time, be careful.”

       “Wait!... Wait a minute!”  Jessica blurts, how ‘bout my car, I wanna’ take it too!”

       “That’s okay, it’s safe… We’ll come back for it in the morning.”  Beth grins while tugging at the nearly unconscious girl.

       Glancing toward the girl lying across the floor, Jessica’s mind scrambles while her heart pounds.  Focusing on the girl, she can tell she’s conscious, not drunk, but obviously drugged.  Glancing toward Beth, concernedly back at the girl’s face, gripping her chin, looking into her dilated eyes, she asks.  “What… What’s she really on?

       Already beginning to strip the girl’s clothes, she mutters.  ”Ex.”  A bunch of “Ex” Jess.”  Help me here, you strip the bottom, I’ll do her top.

       Still frowning, slowly shaking her head back and forth, Jessica hesitates as she feels the van dipping, pulling onto the street from the lot.  “Come on, help me!”  Beth whispers as she leans across the barely conscious girl.

       Reflexively nodding her head, she begins to slowly slip the shoes, footie’s from the girl’s feet,  unsnaps the fly from the blue jeans as Beth already has the blouse pulled up over the girl’s head, and is tugging at the sports bra.  Slipping the tight jeans off her right, then left leg, Jessica notices she’s pantyless as she drops the jeans on the floor as the bra’s finally stretched above her head, off her outstretched arms.  Smiling, Beth kneels across the girl’s palms while leaning above her tilted head.

       “Spread those legs; let’s get a good look at her pussy too.”  Beth nods toward Jessica while sliding her hands under the girl’s shoulders.

       Also kneeling, sliding between the girl’s legs, Jessica glances toward the bare breasts thrusting upwards, spreading apart as Beth lifts both shoulders.   Spreading the girl’s thighs with her knees, Jessica can’t help glancing her over, across the short, stubby pubic hair in its “Landing strip” cut.  Spread eagled on her back, naked, her nearly flawless skin’s accented by a perfect tan, no bikini lines, just even all over, even across her well proportioned and firm, symmetrical globes with perfectly centered smooth areolas, the nipples virtually flat nubs.  The only visible mar on her, a recognizable, couple inch tattoo of a black panther etched across her left breast, just above the nipple.

       “She’s a hot one, huh?”  Beth smiles.  “Those titties are a lot bigger then they look clothed, aren’t they?  Know what?  I’m going to show you how to make ‘em look even bigger!”  She continues.  “ Nice wide split between those legs too!  I love girls with those little fleshy folds for labia’s, don’t you?”  Griping the girl’s shoulders again, Beth tugs, slides her upwards across her knees, nodding toward Jessica.  “Slide over here, grab that duct tape, wrap her arms, here at her elbows.

       Seeing the tape on top of a pile in an open black plastic beverage crate, Jessica haltingly grabs it, shuffles beside Beth, the girl’s legs still spread, now held, setting upright, her head hanging down across her swaying breasts.  Pushing forward, pinning her arms behind her back, gripping her elbows, Beth nods toward Jessica.  “Tape ‘em… Right here across her elbows… Wrap ‘em tight.”

       Slowly stretching out some tape from the silver roll, hearing, feeling the jerking from the adhesive as she releases a few inches at a time, Jessica finally gets a foot or so, tears it off the roll.  Hesitantly slipping the strip up under the girl’s arms as Beth forces the elbows to touch while jerking upwards, forcing the girl’s face downward, practically between her spread knees, Jessica wraps it once, a second time, across the elbows forcing the arms to straighten out.

       “Come on girl, get going!”  Beth scolds.  “Another strip, just like that one!”

       Staring at the bent over, contorted girl, Jessica rips, tugs, and ripping some more, tears off a little longer strip then the first.  Reaching under the girl’s arms again, she wraps the tape, more carefully this time, smoothly across the first strip, around the bound elbows, feeling them touching, pressing tightly together.  Beth, lifting by the wrists, forces the girl’s face across the carpet, bent over, her breasts swaying against her stomach, arms straight up toward the van’s ceiling.

       “Give her wrists a couple quick wraps, right here.”  Beth glances toward Jessica, twisting the girl’s wrists a little toward her side.  “Come on!”

       Ripping another similar strip, Jessica easily wraps it two or so times across the wrists, the girl’s palms outward as Beth jerk’s her upright.  “Take a good look at those titties now, I told you!... I love it!”  Beth scoffs as she glances over the girl’s arched shoulder as she forces her hands down against the floor.  “Look how big and hard they look now, when they’re forced way out like that, naked!”

       Dropping the tape in the crate, Jessica glances across the girl’s naked breasts, separating, thrust straight out from her bent forward torso.  Frustrated, concerned, she still can’t help agreeing to herself that Beth’s right, both breasts seem like small, ripe melons, the areolas, nipples still flat and smooth, but widely stretching, barely jiggling off the firm mounds, and she’s the one who helped strip her naked and tapped her.

       Arching, leaning her slightly back against her own breasts, Beth giggles.  “Grab one, feel how hard it is!”  Reaching around, gripping the girl’s left breast in the palm of her left hand, she adds.  “Go ahead, you’ll be amazed!”

       “That’s okay, Jessica faintly smiles, nodding her head slightly back and forth, actually feeling the warmth cross her face.

       “Jessica, go ahead, squeeze it!... Feel it!... What’s the matter with you girl?... Grab it! Play with it!”

       Taking a breath, leaning over, reaching up with her right hand, Jessica mutters.  “Okay, okay!” Sliding her fingers underneath the symmetrical mound, gripping the smooth, yet incredibly firm tit flesh, she gently squeezes, melding the breast.  Watching Beth squeezing the other breast, she winches as she watches Beth’s fingernails pinching into the bud of the puckering nipple and yank, letting the naked breast stretch out and bounce back as she releases it.  With another giggle Beth pinches, twists again, the tips of her fingernails embedding into the sides of the swelling areola.

       “Oomph!”  Jessica hears the first sounds from the girl, a low grunt as her head also slightly twists back and forth, her eyes hazy, staring at her.

       Quickly grabbing in the crate, Jessica finds the duct tape, stretches, tears a short strip off, and plasters it firmly across the girl’s eyes.  Beth just watches, smiling, holding the tip of the nipple firm as another, longer strips ripped off the roll and wrapped completely around the girl’s head, covering the first strip.  Ripping one more, Jessica slows, then again carefully wraps a third strip completely around, across the other two.

       “That’s a nice touch!”  Beth grins.  “Afraid she’ll wanta’ watch?”  She continues as she reaches around, grips both breasts, twisting, squeezing back and forth as the girl’s moan becomes a grunt.  “Oomph!…. Ohhh!”

       “Aggghh!.....Mummmph!... Jeeesssss!”  Quickly grabbing the sports bra, Jessica wads, crams it between the girl’s lips, stuffing it in her throat.  “Don’t need to listen to that crap!”  Jessica frowns, giving another push of the material.

       “Okay!”  Beth nods, still gripping, pinching the girl’s breasts.  “But, you’re going to be hearing a whole lot more from her when we get her there in a few minutes!”  Reaching in her pocket, snapping a capsule between her thumb and forefinger, she whiffs it under the girl’s nose, watches her head jerk, her legs trembling as the van crosses the bridge, over the river.

       Sliding to the front passenger seat, Jessica glances out into the dark, tries to locate any familiar landmarks as she listens at the grunts and whimpering behind them as Beth amuses herself while passing the time.  Pulling into a gated, guarded driveway, momentarily waiting as the house is communicated with, finally past the security, the van continues around a large, secluded southern style mansion to under its rear car port, backs in beside an entrance next to the closed garage doors.  Two men already waiting, slides the van’s door open, grabbing the bound girl by her shoulders and legs, quickly carries her inside.

       “What now?”  Jessica, kind of stunned by the quickness, the idea that the girl is gone, stares concernedly back and forth from Beth to Deb.  “Where they taking her?”

       Both grinning, smiling toward each other, Beth climbs toward the front of the van, between them, glances at Jessica.  “So, you wanna’ go in? See what happens to those young sluts?” 

       “Yeh, yeh let’s go in.”  Jessica hesitates, glancing back and forth at the women, feeling her chest thumping, obviously more then just a little concerned with the situation.

       “Okay, cool!”  Beth grins, jumping out of the van. “Park it out front.”  She nods toward Deb.  “Then meet us inside!.... Come on Jess, lets give you want you want!”

       Opening the door, jumping out, Jessica follows Beth through the entrance into a long, shadowed corridor to a caged elevator beside a flight of stairs.  “Up there, Beth advises.  “Probably straight to the third floor, we’ll take the elevator.”

       Opening the cage door, stepping in the wooden, service type elevator, Beth turns a handle, jerking, rattling, the elevator slowly lifts upward.  Giggling, Beth keeps her hand on the handle, glances toward Jessica’s stoic face. “What’s the matter, Jess.  No one followed us!”  No one even knows we’re here… You’re here!”

       Smiling back, Jessica’s mind races, her stomach in turmoil, realizing how deep in she’s getting, actually an even more ominous feeling.  “Yea, I’m just interested what’s happening to her.”

       “Christ, you’d think she was actually close to you or something, girl.  Hell, don’t even think about it, she’s disappeared for good!”  Beth scolds, half grinning, half serious as her eyes seem to momentarily glare, before she giggles again. 

       Glancing as the second floor passes by, closing in on the third, Beth adds.  “Hell we might even have her a companion before we’re done tonight, you know anyone we can use?”

       Stopping the elevator, sliding the cage open while looking down, Beth steps into another corridor.  “Watch your step, these things never stop even with the floor.”

       Stepping off, Jessica notices several open arches on the right side of the long, curving hallway, widely spread apart with closed doors across from them on the other side of the walls.  Hearing some muffled sounds, faint talking, she can see several people milling around, spread apart from arch to arch.

       Down there, Jess.”  Beth nods down the long curved hall.  “Probably taken her to the very last room.  Go ahead, I’ll let them know we’re here.  I’ll meet you down there.”

       Nodding toward Beth, even as she’s turned, started briskly the other direction toward a bared security door, Jessica turns herself, almost hesitatingly begins walking toward the sounds, the people.  Approaching the first archway on her right, she notices several people standing around a chair in the middle of the floor with what appears to be a girl in her late teens strapped naked onto it.  Her arms bound behind the back of the seat, her legs are spread and tied to the chair’s legs.  Wide eyed, a red ball gag in her mouth, as the people mill around her, Jessica can see visible welts across her glistening flesh, mainly across her smaller, heaving breasts and bald pubic mound.  A black hooded man ominously by a stand with an assortment of whips next to the chair.

       Heart pounding, glancing down the corridor, curious that it seems that no one’s even paying attention to her, Jessica slowly approaches the second archway.  Again the same size room, this time a flat metal table in its center with a similar crowd circled around another young naked woman.  Moaning, occasionally loudly grunting through her ball gag, stretched strictly out on the table, her hips are forced a foot or so higher then the rest of her body by a narrow brace or something between her and the table.  As the people circle, inspect her, Jessica can see her large quivering breasts forced upward, a black wire clamped to one nipple, a red wire to the other.  Swaying toward her armpits, her breasts seem to sporadically jerk as her fingers and toe twitch in unison.  This time, an Oriental couple gives Jessica a quick glance and nod then quickly focus again on the distressed girl as she gives out a pitiful screech, her body bucking upwards.

       Quickly stepping past that scene, toward the third archway, Jessica’s queasiness is becoming more then nauseating.  Stopping just at the break in the wall, she glances through an even larger group of men and women, to an unnerving sight of a shapely, well endowed, thirtyish woman affixed to a wooden cross in the center of the room.  Totally naked, drenched in sweat, her knees bent, her arms stretched so tightly that even her veins seem to press through her bare flesh, her head hangs downward, her stringy black hair matted across her forehead and shoulders as her stomach flattens, ripples with each gasping breath.  Forcing herself to look even closer, it’s obvious that the small square pieces of flat wood covering her palms and ankles are penetrated by real metal skewers, impaling her to the cross.

       Again unnoticed, her legs now heavy, almost shaking, the pit of her stomach rumbling, Jessica passes around the slight curve in the corridor toward the final two archways.  Forcing herself to glance into the next room, again past the dozen or so people surrounding a naked woman, this one tautly stretched, spread eagled inside a large round, hollow wheel.  Slowly turning in a clockwise rotation, blond, twentyish, again big breasted, her head tilts, her breasts sway, her hair drifts in motion with the circling wheel.  A bright red “O” Ring in her mouth, her moans are hoarse, raspy as trickles of blood crisscross her breasts and shaved vagina area with a multitude of needles embedding her flesh.

       Glancing back down the hallway, the people still seemingly ignoring her existence, Jessica braces as she slowly steps toward the final archway. Lowering her head, stepping to the center of the opening, raising her head and facing inward, Jessica finally comes across the girl from the club, hanging upside down, by one leg, her ankle tightly shackled in a leather cuff connected to a chain stretching to a pulley on the ceiling.  Swaying around in a slow circle, her arms still taped behind her back, breasts thrust out; her hollowed stomach rippling, every tendon and muscle stretching throughout her glistening body are visible as she’s still being jerkily raised upward above the floor by an automated black and tackle system as her free leg flails in the air.

       Her head pitched back, the tape ripped from her now visible eyes and mouth, saliva drools from a bright red “O” ring widely spreading her lips, dripping across her flushed face as the slightest of her grunts are audible through the collecting crowd gathering in the room, observing her.  Stepping into the doorway, hardly able to keep her eyes off the suspended girl, Jessica glances back and forth from her to the rather large group of people, the room itself larger then the rest.  A mixed group, both sexually and race; all seem well to do, refined, all intently inspecting her.

       A final couple of clanks and the system shuts down, her body tautly stretched from the one leg, the other bending, straightening, twisting as her toes and fingers frantically claw the air as her muffled grunts spew even more saliva across her cheeks and forehead as she twists her head.  Rasping for breath, her abs flexing, her stomach trembles in and out, glistening from a fine coat of perspiration beading across her naked flesh.

       Jessica finds herself stepping to the side of the group, slightly to the side and behind the girl’s slowly twisting, naked body, silently glances toward another area of the room, a black, thick pole mounted on a podium, eyebolts in the floor surrounding it, a bar swaying down from the ceiling above it, all empty.  Glancing back as a masked, black clothed man literally brushes past her, enters the room, directly approaching the girl, pressing through the group, Jessica’s attention is again directed toward the girl as he slides his hands between her thighs, probes her gapped labia folds with one hand while squeezing, twisting what appears to be a foot long thick wooden phallus completely in side her trembling vagina.  Staring unbelievably, the rounded tip of the phallus appears to Jessica to push outward on the girl’s taut stomach, just above her navel as he pinches the twin folds of her labia across it’s flat surface and sadistically shoves what appears to be something like a large safety pin through the lips, across the flat end of the phallus, securing it in her.

       Her grunts, moans are just gurgles as she chokes on her saliva oozing from the “O” ring.  Blood quickly trickles down from her pubic mound, barely streaking across her rippling abs as her naked body continues to twist, her free leg kicking, jerking, bending.

       Feeling a bump, her shoulder twist, Jessica, startled, looks behind her.  “Well, what ye’ think?” Beth smiles, nods toward the girl, toward the hall.  “Would you believe they’ve all been collected just today?... From the tri state area?”

       “Really?”  Jessica answers, glancing toward the hall, back at the girl.  “What, four, five of ‘em?”

       “Actually we need one more!”  Beth answers.  “To mount naked on that pole over there!”  Nodding toward the black pole.  “Some of these girls are going to take their turns in each room this weekend, before they’re auctioned off.  There’ll be quite a few paying customers for the exhibition.”  Again glancing toward the vacant pole, Beth nods back toward Jessica.  “Yea, the girl on that thing’s going to really get a workout to start off.  Whips, needles, clamps.  Her tits are really going to be abused, Hell her whole naked body’s going to get a workout from top to bottom!  Yea Jessica, you ain’t going to believe what we’re going to do to you, next to your sister there!”

       Jerking, twisting, Jessica feels the wet, pungent rag pressed across her face as Deb steps behind her from the archway.  Rasping, chocking, dropping to her knees, her head spinning, she feels Beth’s hands ripping at her blouse, her bra ripping from her flailing breasts as everything goes dark, her mind blanks.

End Part One                       

UNDERCOVER

Jessica’s breached the abductor’s ring.  Having made a fateful decision, she’ reaping their wrath, with a painful journey one step at a time administered by the ring.  

Chapter Two

       Jessica fills the final position with the other abductees along the hallway.  Stripped stark naked while unconscious, she’s already firmly mounted on the vacant black pole positioned tightly between her thighs, impaling her rectum.  She’s being held up on either side by two muscular men dressed only in black hoods and leather pants.  Both wrists and ankles are already cuffed, roped to eyebolts in the floor just behind her, the ropes not taut, still having just the slightest of slack.  Her eyes flutter as a capsule’s whiffed back and forth beneath her nostrils, above her stretched lips circling the bright red ‘O’ ring stuffed in her mouth.  Coughing, choking, shaking her head, the pain in her rectum searing, through her haze she senses the crowd milling around the room, watching as she’s in the process of being torturously bound.

       Twisting her head back and forth, she feels the sharp, burning pain of her rectum walls stretching, combining with the pain of her bare breasts being grabbed, twisted by the men.  Still bemused, she barely notices the round three foot wide bar being lowered by the ropes on both its ends, swaying to a stop just above her chest.  The men’s gripping hands spread her breasts, stretching her flattening globes up and over the round bar, forcing her to her tiptoes while still straddling the pole.  Beth, stepping in front of her with glistening chrome clamps, thicker, larger then ordinary Japanese clover clamps, spreads one widely across her left nipple, deeply onto her stretched areola, clamping it tightly shut.  Ignoring Jessica’s grunts through her mouth gag, Beth quickly slides that clamp’s mate across Jessica’s right areola, clamping it shut deeply over that bulging nipple.

       Smiling, adjusting each clamp separately, Beth scoffs.  “We want a good grip, plenty of tit-flesh… We want these clamps to hold firm!”

       The breast pain surpasses even that from deep inside her rectum as Jessica’s naked body noticeably trembles, firmly held steady by the gleaming black shaft.  She feels the folds of her labia being stretched by Beth kneeling in front of her, similar clamps being just as harshly slipped deeply across that meaty flesh, again her body reflexively jerking from the mounting pain.  Long, black plastic draw-tights are looped through the eyelets in the ends of the four clamps, slowly drawn tight, each with a firm jerk back and forth by Beth, from the left side to the right side, back and forth in sequence.  The tugs stretch Jessica’s breasts further up and over the metal bar, her nipples drawn down toward the clamps drawing the gripped folds of her labia upwards from between her thighs.

       Appearing stoic as she stands, glancing directly into Jessica’s welling eyes, Beth steps away without a word.  Being forced from each of the tugs to tiptoe a little higher, Jessica now finds herself somehow trying to grip the black shaft by flexing her buttocks, squeezing it with her thighs.  Pain resonates throughout her naked body, her thoughts clearing, tears streaking across her cheeks as the next few minutes, the group mingles, circles around her.  Commenting, touching, inspecting, a couple pinching her stretching bare flesh, all ignoring her pleading eyes as she stares, blurry eyed,  the room appearing almost full of curious men and women, her sadistic bondage attracting quite a bit of attention.

       “Give us a little more room folks.”  Jessica hears the familiar voice, again Beth’s.  The group quickly obeying spread apart.  “Well Jessica.”  Beth scoffs while stepping directly in front of her.  “Look at you!”  Flicking the clover clamps, tugging the drawtights, she adds.  Nice bod… I’ve wondered if these tits were real…They are, aren’t they?  Nice!”  Glancing down, tweaking a labia fold, she smiles.  “Nice and tight pussy too, I bet!”  Glancing back into Jessica’s eyes she sarcastically adds. “You ain’t gonna believe how much it’ll stretch… I’ve got something to shove in it in a couple more minutes… After I warm these tits up real good!... You know, I think it’s even thicker then what’s already in your ass!... Yea, I think we’re going to try to fit ‘em both in at the same time!”

       Sliding her fingertips across Jessica’s glistening tit flesh spreading over the bar, Beth glances into her tearing eyes.  “Gee, I bet your titties really hurt, huh Jess?”  Glancing down towards the stretched globes, tilting her head, frowning as she’s seemingly sympathetic about the flattened melons, she bends her fingers into almost fists.  “Since we’ve become such really close friends, let me help you!”  Spreading, pressing all ten fingernails across Jessica’s sternum, slowly raking outward, dragging across the humped undulation of both breasts circling the round bar, she digs in, trails all the way across the stretching nipples, brushing against the gripping clamps.  “That’ll make ‘em feel better, Jess?”  She pouts, feeling Jessica’s tit flesh rippling under her scraping nails while glancing again into her swollen eyes.  Reversing her hands, letting her nails slide back the same five reddened grooves to where she started, she sarcastically whines.  “Now, did that help any, Jess?”

       Twisting her head, moaning, looking away from Beth’s stare, Jessica tiptoes from foot to foot, her naked body trembling in pain, mounted on the pole, her arms, legs jerking at their restraints. 

       “Oh well, you’re all hooked up now, I guess you’re ready to get started, huh girlfriend!”  Beth’s voice still calm, almost happy, instantly becomes stern, strict as she slides her forefinger and thumb across a nipple clamp.  Giving a jerk, twisting, holding it firm, she rasps.  “And!... By the way, your car’s been moved for you…  Actually, it’s gone, vanished, along with the stuff you left in it, except for this here!”   Palming, holding up the familiar badge, she smirks.  “Officer!!!... Officer huh?”  Glancing away, nodding, a whirring sound coincides with the bar under her stretching breasts… Slowly rising.  Watching intently, the same smirk across her face, Beth whispers.  “You want to know what’s happened to the missing girls… You’re about to painfully find out just about every single thing that happed to ‘em… Then some!”

       “Oomph!!”  Feeling the round bar lifting, pressing into the bottoms of her breasts, her searing nipples, labia stretching in the firm jaws of the clamps, Jessica, her mind racing, distressed, feels her spread rectum slowly sliding upwards on the thick shaft as she grunts, reflexively squeezing her thighs.  Hoisted upwards, two, three inches in a matter of seconds, her aching breasts being twisted, rolled over, around the bar, the slack of the ropes securing her wrists and ankles tighten.  By the fifth, sixth inch, her arms are stretched tautly back, her bound ankles spread a couple feet apart, her toes clawing, twitching, unable to scrape the floor.

       Grunting through the gag, shaking her head back and forth, her ponytail of brown hair flails behind her shoulders as her breasts expand around the bar past eye level.  The physical pain of her full weight supported virtually by both her breasts and labia rack her trembling body.  The mental anguish, both of humiliation and terror rack her senses.

       Again Deb and Beth step in front of her.  “A lot of the shafts still in the bitches ass, isn’t it?”  Deb nods toward Beth while slipping her fingers around the damp glistening surface just below Jessica’s spread rectum.  Sliding her fingers down Jessica’s trembling thighs, down across her calves, Beth acknowledges her question with a smile as she raises her hands, feeling the muscles quivering in Jessica’s taut thighs.

       “Yes, yes it certainly is!”  Beth, glancing directly into Jessica’s swollen eyes, answers while still nodding.  “Well, how’s your ride so far, officer?”  She grins, reaching up across the bar, laying both her hands palms down across the stretching tit flesh spreading, flattening around the raised bar.  Glancing across the clamped breasts, she adds.  “My God Jessica!... You should see your tits from this side… Just the nipples alone are stretched out a good three or four inches!”  Glancing further down, shaking her head back and forth, again smiling, she adds.  “God!... I think your pussy’s even better… Those cuntlips are stretching even further in their clamps!”

       Glancing around, toward the sliding partition, shut, now dividing the room into separate sections, this side still the largest of all the rest of the rooms, Beth slips her fingers across Jessica’s spread labia folds.  Flicking the clamps twisting upwards in the drawtights, pressing her index finger across the protruding nub of Jessica’s exposed clitoris completely exposed above the dark hole of her gapping vagina being stretched open, she whispers.  “See, we’ve given you some privacy, you don’t have to share a room with anyone else unless we want you too!”  Pinching the nub between the nails of her thumb and forefinger, feeling it twitching as she twists, Beth continues, glancing around toward the still collecting group.  “You’re quite the attraction Jessica!… I think most of ‘em will be following us around all night while you’re put through the circuit!”  Pinching tighter, her nails practically touching through the pulsing flesh, she feels Jessica’s hips twitching on the pole.

       “Uuuummpphhh!!!”  Grunting, saliva spewing from the ‘O’ ring, Jessica struggles through her incredible pain, the sight of all the people beginning to watch.  The room seems to swirl as she hears bits and pieces of Beth’s voice.  Mentally, physically overwhelmed, breathing labored, she feels herself drifting back and forth into semi-consciousness.

       “Come on, Jess, be a big girl… Think of your training!... You can get through this!... This is just the start of your evening!”  Again glancing around, she adds.  “Tonight, we’re going to see if you can be the first to make the entire gauntlet…. At least the first to work every room on this floor in one night!... You know… All those rooms down the corridor you passed, to get to this one!”  Releasing Jessica’s now crimson tinged clit, glancing at the smidgen of blood on her fingernail, she slides her left hand across the clamp stretching down from Jessica’s right breast, caressing the metal with her fingertips.  Poking her nail against the swelling flesh of the tip of the nipple squeezing out from the prongs, she again smiles.  “If we can keep you conscious all night, and we will revive you if needed.   After the whippings, the shocks… The needles, let’s see, and the stretching’s, not to mention the fucking’s and sucking’s, you’ll wind up on that cross you saw!... Oh!... That woman on it now?... We’ll take her down; she’s already having a real difficulty surviving that!   Anyway, with the skewers actually impaling her to it…. You might get lucky and just be strapped to it and flogged, then again, maybe nailed across it like her, it’s my decision, girlfriend!!”

       Stepping around to Jessica’s side, pulling her ponytail with one hand while cupping her chin with the other, Beth grins.  “Just to let you know, we’ve been planning this with you for quite a while…When we asked if you wanted to help abduct someone… That was all an inside joke… We actually meant for it to be you all along!... When we got the word a few weeks ago that you were undercover, we decided to abduct you at the right time!  “Oh… And again… Thanks for your sister!... What a nice unexpected bonus!... We’re even considering having her trail along tomorrow night… See how far she can make the gauntlet!... Make it like a competition between the two of you!... Don’t worry too much though, bad as it sounds, and you’ll probably wish you would die before we’re through with you tonight… You won’t… You guys are too valuable!  You’ll both be auctioned off when we’re done.  But for now, we’ve got these well paying customers waiting… Now, let’s get this first session really going!”

       Turning toward Deb, Beth’s handed a couple of short, flat straps with handles.  Brown leather, dripping wet, Beth swings them in circles outside the ropes holding the round bar, brine flicking everywhere.  “Ready Ms. Police Officer?”  Standing in a firm stance, she aims for Jessica’s stretched breasts.  “Thwack!… Thwack!… Thwack!… Thwack!… Thwack!... Thwack!”  The wet straps slam down across Jessica’s already flattened, bruised tit flesh, the supple leather bending, molding along the lines of her breasts looping across the creaking horizontal bar.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!... Aaaagghhhhh!!!... Aaaaaaagggghhhhhhhh!!!”  Grunts, followed by screams, echo through the collecting crowd as Jessica’s head rears back, shaking back and forth as her body quivers on the post.  Both breasts instantly glowing beat red, soaked with the brine flicking off the flailing leather.

       “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!”   Another half dozen, again across both breasts as Jessica continues to hoarsely scream.

       “Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh!!!... Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhh!!!”  Her naked body convulsing, her nipples jerking, twisting in the clamps, her fingers, toes flexing from her tautly stretched limbs, her abs, navel ripple above her sadistically clamped labia folds as the wet brine mixes with her spreading saturation of perspiration.

       Taking a step back, letting the onlookers take in the view of Jessica’s tortured, naked body’s spasms in and on the bondage restraints, Beth exchanges Deb the straps for a glistening black dildo apparatus.  Setting it on the floor, she nonchalantly unties her red hair, letting it drop, flow across her shoulders.  Slipping out of her clothes, everything, her naked, lightly freckled body, curvy, topped off with obviously augmented breasts is also displayed to the gathering crowd.  Strapping the apparatus around her bare thighs, covering her wisp of red pubic hairs, the phallus jaunts straight out from between her crotch.  Appearing almost as thick as a coke bottle, at least twelve inches in length and sadistically widened at its base, a row of short sharp studs circles its mount to the leather harness, the shaft covered with various patterns of thick nodules spread around.   As Beth steps in front of Jessica’s trembling body, she smirks.   “Well Jess, if I’m going to be fucking a cop, we might as well both be naked for the people, huh.”

       Holding the thickened base of the phallus in her right hand, Beth tilts her face forward.  Stretching her tongue outward, curling it.  Cupping, lifting her left breast, she flicks her tongue across the stiffening pink nipple.   “What ye think? Not bad huh?  My tits are almost as big as yours, huh!”  Grinning, she smirks.  “At least before yours was all stretched out up over that bar!”  Still gripping the phallus in her right hand, its rounded, bulging tip an inch or two above Jessica’s slit, looking over her shoulder, she nods.

       The whirring sound, Jessica’s naked body jerks upward; her arms legs stretching painfully further back in the creaking ropes as her fingers flex from her twisting hands.  Her breasts and labia strain, visibly stretching in the twitching clamps as her head drops back, pitiful grunts uttering from the ‘O’ ring.  Again nodding, Beth’s phallus tip forces it way between the pair of glistening clamps, scrapping Jessica’s protruding clit, her body twitching, trembling as the whirring stops.  Deb steps back between Jessica’s roped arms, positioning herself, grips Jessica’s head between her hands, tilting it painfully back.  Saliva spews from the bright red ‘O’ ring, drooling off from her chin, cheeks, dripping to the floor below them as Deb nods toward Beth.

       Gripping Jessica’s thighs with both hands, thrusting out and upward, Beth rams the phallus nearly halfway in on the first harsh stroke, forcing its way, tearing at Jessica’s stretching vulva.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Jessica’s naked body trembles on the quivering post from the impaling thrust.  ‘Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  A second firm thrust forces the phallus another couple inches inward, ramming its way past the scraping clover clamps, spreading her tortured labia folds even further apart, her moist flesh clamping tightly around nubs of the stiff rubber phallus as her body shakes the flexing pole.   “Aaaggghhh!!”  Shaking, contorting, another scream through the ‘O’ ring mixed with spewing spittle resonates across the filling room.

       Jessica’s head reflexively jerks back and forth in the tight grip of Deb’s gripping fingers, the ponytail fraying, swaying.  “Aaaggghhhh!”  Her guttural scream follows yet another thrust, the phallus ramming inward once more, now over ten inches deep, its rounded tip grinding inside her, forcing itself along the outline of the pole impaling her rectum, its thicker base spreading, stretching her gapping vagina.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  A forth thrust, the short spikes surrounding the base of the strap-on grinds against Jessica’s spasm raked pubic mound, the entire thick dildo embedded completely inside her tearing, shuddering vagina walls.  Nearly hysterical, her insides engulfed with the pair of thick phalluses virtually rubbing together, her stomach bloats, swollen through her rippling abs.

       Holding the phallus motionless deep inside Jessica’s trembling vagina, Beth glances across toward her flushed face while sliding her hands slowly upwards, along the tense draw-tights.  Reaching the thick, bulging nipples squeezing out from the chrome serrated tips of the clamps, pinching the exposed left nub between her fingernail and thumbnail, leaning over, she clamps her teeth across the engorged nub of her right nipple.  Taking a breath, she glances toward Deb, still bracing Jessica’s trembling head.  Pinching, nibbling on the nipples, Beth begins rocking her hips, pumping slowly in and out, gradually picking up the pace after the first couple thrusts.  Jessica hoarsely grunts with each accelerating stroke driving in and out of her as her quivering body’s savagely raped, brutally assaulted. More then a dozen, then two dozen, unrelenting harsh strokes contort her body as her eye’s squint tightly shut, her head twisting back and forth in Deb’s hands.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!... Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!!!”   Practically delirious, feeling as if her naked body’s tearing, ripping apart, being impossibly stretched in all directions, Jessica’s eyes dilate, roll up in her head.  Racked in immeasurable pain, the phallus rams in and out, slapping across the bugle of the thick shaft impaling her anus, her nipples oozing, tracing blood from Beth’s pinching nails and teeth.   The room darkens to her eyes, the people  pressing around her swirling , contorting as she wheezes, gasps for breathe, chokes on her saliva, the brine, the mucus drooling from her nostrils, the room dimming, fading to darkness.

       Breathing heavy, backing off, pulling the crimson tinged phallus out, Beth and Deb both step aside, allowing the group to mingle, inspect, pretty much whatever they please with Jessica’s unconscious, still twitching body, her head sloped backwards, hanging limp.   Her nipples, labia folds, all purplish, swollen, are  still sadistically gripped between the gripping tongs of the clamps supporting  her limp weight, the top of the pole still disappearing up between her spread thighs.

       A few minutes, Beth, phallus equipment stripped away, again separates the group, steps beside Jessica, nods for the horizontal bar to lower.  The whirring sound, the bar lowers, Jessica’s thighs slowly sliding down the pole.  Again the hooded men in black step in, grip her shoulders as Deb whiffs a freshly snapped capsule across her nostrils.  Eyes fluttering, opening, blinking, her head jerks, Deb gives her a couple of crisp smacks back and forth across her cheeks, looks into her dazed eyes.  Jessica again is back in Hell.

       Hazily staring toward her bruised breasts, still wrapped across the bar, she feels the tension loosening on her right nipple.  As the clamp unsnaps off her compressed nub, the pain jolts through her thumping breast like a red hot poker, her shoulders shaking, still being tightly held.  “Aaaaaggggghhhh!”  She gives out a crisp yelp barely before she feels the other clamp spread, jerk away from her left nipple.  “Aggggggggghhhhhh!!”  Another jolt, another scream from the ‘O’ ring, the serrated lines streaking across that nipple, barely filling out as the grooves are a deep purple in the tortured nub.   Moaning, trembling, she feels Beth’s hands unsnap the pair of clamps simultaneously from her labia folds, painful, but not nearly approaching the searing burning still in her nipples as the tears streak off her cheeks.

       “Damn, girl… What a woush, especially for being a cop!”  Beth smirks, playfully cupping her own left breast in her left hand; curiously forces a clamp open, slipping gingerly across her hard nipple.  “Dare me… Deb?”  Slowly letting it shut, she twitches.  “Ouch!… God…Damn that does hurt!”  She giggles, biting her lip as the other clamp dangles from the end of the draw-tight.

       Deb giggles, nodding down toward Beth’s crotch.  “Try that too!”

       Frowning, biting her lip, Beth glances toward the crowd glancing back toward her.  Gazing back toward Deb, reaching down, sliding the spreading clamp across one of her puffy folds, she lets it press shut.  “Oh……… My……… God!!”  Muttering, bending over, cupping her breast in one hand as her other breast hangs down, swaying, she covers her vagina in her other hand, grips the clamp.  “Fuck me!!!”  She grins, bending over further, shaking her head back and forth, her free breast jerking, bouncing.  “These fucking serrated clamps are motherfuckers!... Fuck!… Fuck!………  Oh… Fuck me!!!”  Gently slipping them off one at a time, her nipple’s already compressed, reddened.  Glancing toward the dazed, practically delirious Jessica, she shakes her head back and forth.  “Damn girl, I can’t even imagine what you just went through!... Damn that really does hurt, doesn’t it?!”

       Handing the sets of clamps with their connecting draw-tights to Deb, Beth again nods, the freed horizontal bar rising with a whirr up toward the ceiling.  Jessica’s wrists unfastened by the men, they continue to hold both arms.  Drenched in sweat, the black shaft again deeply rammed up inside her rectum, virtually to her womb, she’ barely able to stand, her shoulders arched back, her bruised, reddened breasts glistening, welted, the nipples purple, swollen, her breasts pounding with each thumping heartbeat, swaying, jiggling as she leans, tilts from side to side between them, her rectum again firmly mounted.

       Again she glares through her swollen eyes toward Beth stepping in front of her.  “Well, Jessica, good start, huh?”  Beth smirks as she palms both battered breasts, melding, squeezing the still firm globes between her clenching fingers.  Jessica can only stare back grunting, saliva drooling, streaking between her aching breasts, across her sternum as Beth again turns her head, nods, the two muscular men, gripping her shoulders and hips, wait as Deb unties Jessica’s ankles and steps away.  Slowly lifting her upwards, the slick, black shaft flexes as she’s hoisted a foot or so, the thick round tip glistening as it ‘plops’ out, dripping as she’s lifted off toward its side.

       “Here!”  Snapping a capsule, Beth steps up, again swipes it beneath Jessica’s nose.  Again jerking, coughing, Jessica’s head twists back and forth as she smells and tastes the acrid capsule’s content. 

       Deb walking up beside Beth with a handful of black draw-tights, exchanges them for the spent capsule.  The hooded men guide Jessica toward the center of the room, where kneeling, Beth stretches the first draw-tight across Jessica’s calves just below her knees, tugging it painfully tight.  Standing, Beth nods toward the men, having them stretch Jessica’s arms upwards so she can wrap the slim plastic strap around Jessica’s elbows, drawing it tight, forcing her arms straight up behind her head.  As she reaches up, slips another one around Jessica’s wrists, Deb kneels and slides one across the hips.  The men no longer needed, step away as Beth and Deb continue stretching ties around Jessica’s legs and arms, tugging, jerking each one until they’ve gone through a dozen or so.

       Twisting, turning Jessica’s naked body, Beth checks for the tightness, pulling, yanking here and there until she’s satisfied as the straps individually sink in, securing her legs from mid calve, up over her hips.  The ties on her arms from her wrists to down behind her neck are also painfully tightened one at a time, forcing her shoulders back, causing her head to tilt forward even further as her body’s tautly stretched.  Turning Jessica to directly face her, Beth grips a thrust out breast, twists a tie deep around its base, tugs, stretches, and tugs again as the tie disappears into the engulfing tit flesh, swelling it into a firm round globe, the areola, nipple flattening, stretching, dead center.  Reaching for another tie from Deb, Beth grabs Jessica’s other breast, pressing that tie deep against her chest, stretching, jerking, tugging, it too forming a hard, round globe, quickly discoloring as the other breast’s already purplish.

       A single tie left, Deb hands it to Beth, who flicks it across Jessica’s swollen breast’s nipples.  “Agghhhh!”  A short grunt from the ‘O’ ring as a red welt instantly rises across the bulging titflesh.  Another quick backhand, forehand.  “Agghhhh… Agghhhh!!”  More grunts as each nipple’s flicked, also leaving instant thin red welts.  Reaching around Jessica’s trembling ribcage, Beth flicks the draw-tight around her waist, stretches it tightly just above her navel as she grunts, her body jerking.

       Her head forced forward, saliva drooling across her bare breasts; Jessica gazes through her tears toward her battered breasts as the pain of both the lashings and the thin straps disappearing into her ballooning melons burn deep inside her chest.  Her perspiring body glistens, straight as a board, the black draw-ties sparkling.  Alert, pain racked, she’s on the verge of being physically and mentally spent as she watches Deb step through the crowd to the center of the floor.  Feeling her butt cheeks being grabbed by Beth, she quickly hears her voice.  “March your cop ass over to her… You know… Like a sobriety test, then back to me.”  Beth scoffs, giving a brisk shove of Jessica’s hip.

       “Oomph!”  Staggering, bending, Jessica’s feet barely part as she’s forced to take less then half steps, the lowest strip of plastic pressing tightly across her calves.  Her virtually rigid body contorts as she struggles to stay upright; her torso twisting back and forth, her arms straight up, stretched high above her head.  Jerking forward, her ballooning breasts sway from side to side as her stomach hollows beneath her glistening ribcage.  The crowd leaves her a narrow corridor, watching her flushed face pushed downward, barely above her bouncing globes as she labors not to fall, approaching Deb.

       Grinning, reaching out, Deb grabs Jessica by her tortured breasts, pinches the flattened nipples between her fingernails.  Twisting the nubs, jerking her around by her bulging melons, Beth smacks her across her butt cheeks, shoves her harshly back into the circling crowd.  “Oohhh!… Agghhhh!”  Staggering, leaning while twisting forward, Jessica grunts as she stumbles a few halting steps, twisting into the spreading group.  “Thud!!”  Completely losing her balance, tripping, Jessica falls forward, barely able to turn her face toward her side.  Her bulging breasts are the first to slam across the wooden floor, bouncing, spreading apart under her strapped body.  Spittle spews from the ‘O’ ring.  “Oomph!!”   The breath knocked from her lungs, laying face down, the sides of her swollen breasts visible from above, spread out from her sides, she lays stretched out, helpless on the floor.

       Beth and Deb approach her, reach down, grabbing her by her elbows and hips, lifting her up.  Gripping her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, Beth holds her steady as Deb’s hands grip the sides of her hips until she’s able to stand on her own.  Deb continues to hold her by her hips as Beth steps away, parting the crowd.  Standing, trembling, hands swaying high above her head, surrounded by the crowd, racked in pain, Jessica feels the range of terror, frustration, humiliation as she struggles to breathe, her naked body glistening, dripping perspiration as she stares blankly past through the crowd, the thought, out of nowhere, flashing through her mind that no one’s even going to realize she’s missing for at least three days!

       Parting the group, Beth steps back in front of Jessica.  Gripping her left breast, she displays a large, glistening sliver, fish hook.  “Look Jessica… I’ve got something special just for you!...  I’ve thought really hard to come up with something extra painful to do to you, like maybe pinning your badge to a tit, but I came up with this instead!... Actually, with three of ‘em!”   Sliding its pointed end across the taut areola, Jessica’s grunts can be heard through the crowd as the hook’s tip presses inward, jamming, pushing into the nipple, piercing the flesh.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!” Jessica’s screech coincides with the tip of the hook pushing outward from inside her nipple, stretching the nub’s flesh until ‘plopping’ through.  Straightening it upright, centering it across her bleeding breast, Beth flashes a second hook in the palm of her hand.

       Her body shaking, her fingers flexing atop her outstretched hands, Jessica moans, grunts as the second hook’s tip probes her right nipple, her swollen eyes transfixed on it from her tilted face.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  Another piecing screech as that hook “Plops” through.  Blood trickling off her swollen globes, drip to the floor from her spasm racked body as Beth centers that hook upright.   Smiling into Jessica’s tear filled eyes; Beth opens her hand, showing a third hook.  “Now for the third, and I’m sure the most painful one!”  She scoffs, kneeling.

       Hips jerking, wide eyed, her strapped body twisting, her naked flesh quivering around the multiple tight plastic ties, Jessica’s held still by Deb as Beth slides her finger and thumb between the pressed thighs, grips the nub of the clit between her fingernails, stretches it outward, holds it tightly.

       Jamming downward, the pointed tip of the hook rips through the stretched flesh.  “Aaaaagggghhhhh!... Aaaaagggghhhh!!”  Curdling screams as Jessica’s naked, bound body twists, jerks, Deb struggling to hold her steady as Beth straightens the hook upright.

       Standing, Beth smiles toward Deb, who’s still gripping Jessica’s trembling hips.   Glancing toward Jessica’s flushed, swollen face, Beth looks into her glazed eyes as she lifts her chin up in the palm of her hand.  Well, we’ve hurt you pretty good so far, huh Jess?… But don’t fret; even though you’re done with this room for now, we’re already getting your next one ready… It’s just going to electrify you!... It’s that room you passed with the girl stretched out on the table with the wires hooked up to her tits… I bet you know which room I mean, don’t you?”

       Breasts, clit pulsing, searing with pain, Jessica’s scrambled thoughts are frayed as she’s bound in the draw-tights, the atmosphere of the milling crowd intense.   Her mind still flashes back, to the rooms she passed, remembering all  the tortures the different girls were being put through, the terror of her being dragged from one room after the other unimaginable.

       “Jessica… Jessica!  Look at me!”  Beth blurts, getting her glazed eye’s attention.  “It’s time!... Start walking in front of us to that room… The third one down.  I’m going to let you lead us there with our guests, so we can have you stretch out on that table and wire the hooks through your tits and pussy, up to the electrodes!  Okay now… Let’s get going, direct the traffic to your next session… Officer!”

       Trembling, nauseated, nearly hysterical, Jessica can’t block out the thoughts of what’s next, not to mention what will certainly continue after that!  Shaking her head back and forth, almost pleadingly toward Beth, she feels Deb’s hand pressing on her butt cheek from behind, smirking.  “Bitch, I’ll shove your ass across that floor again, and we’ll grab your ankles and drag you face down on your tits if you don’t get moving… Now…  Get going!”

       The word spreading, a swelling group of onlookers, knowing she’s been put in the process of facing the entire gauntlet, fan out and around Jessica as she’s forced to shuffle her feet, beginning the painful and humiliating struggle to practically tiptoe down the hallway between the parting individuals to her next torture.  Beth and Deb stay close behind her as they approach the frantic sounds of the other displayed victims.  Horrendous thoughts passing through her ravaged mind, her head still tilted forward from the draw-tights compressing her swaying arms straight up behind her head, she passes her whimpering sister being tortured.  Without daring to look, the sinking feeling of realizing her total responsibility for what she’s going through just piles on top of her mental anguish.

       Approaching the next room, the frequent screams echoing in her ears from the blonde in the first crowded room overshadows her sister’s.  Again refusing to look, Jessica’s blurred eyes burn, trying to keep them lowered toward the floor, she continues to shuffle past, toward room with the woman being crucified and flogged.  The drool from her ‘O’ ring drips across her battered, breasts, above her heart thumping in her chest as she can’t help twisting her head, barely glancing toward the cross, the hanging woman.  Covered with purplish welts now crisscrossing her drenched body, she’s noticeably trembling, slumped, her head reared back, shaking back and forth.  A hooded man in black appears to be swabbing her down her bleeding breasts with a rag soaked in brine as she hoarsely screams.

       Jessica appearing faint, swaying, Deb and Beth each quickly grab an arm as she continues to jerkily shuffle, head lowered, stiff legged, groaning, weeping.  Even more of the intent onlookers collect, trail slowly behind, all eyes on her as she degradingly, barely makes her way.  Others mingling in the passing rooms turn, ignoring their tortured, screaming victims and watch, step into the hallway, attracted to the naked body shuffling by as traces of mixed saliva and blood drip from her bleeding nipples and clit, the tinged hooks glistening from under the hallway lighting… As she humiliatingly leads the growing parade to watch her next brutal session in the next room.   

End Part Two        

              

         

       

       

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UNDERCOVER

The first phase of her gauntlet completed, Jessica is about to receive the shock of her life as she’s the center of attention with the curious and excited group of onlookers. Painfully bound by draw-tights cramping her entire body, impossible to escape, she’s allowed a good look at what she’s facing next which only terrorizes her further before it’s her turn.  Even the thought of her responsibility for he sister’s brutal treatment has escaped her thoughts as she struggles to survive, her naked body wracked in mounting pain.

Chapter three

       Each room brings fresh, curdling screams.  Unable to block the women’s agonies from her mind, she can’t hardly comprehend that she’s going to be subjugated throughout the night to each and every torture they’re suffering through. The crowd surrounding her isn’t even an afterthought as the humility barely registers compared to the terror of the extreme pain she has to continuously endure.  Finally shuffling toward the guttural shrieks behind the archway to the room with the woman’s strapped across the metal table, Jessica’s certain she can smell the faintest odor of searing flesh.  Stopping at the opening, apprehensively glancing toward the sight of the tortured body stretched across the table and hooked to wires, she nearly stumbles as she twists toward the wall, unsuccessfully trying to turn away.  Quickly grabbed by Beth and Deb, she’s twisted back toward the room, forcefully shuffled toward the table, between the onlookers as they part.

       The pair of bare chested masked men dressed only in their black pants standing on either side of the table stop while one takes a step toward a gurney behind them.  Stopped from the process of unbinding her arms and legs, they silently watch as Jessica’s practically dragged within a couple feet of the young blonde’s barely conscious and drenched, naked body tautly stretched across the table.

       Beth, gripping Jessica’s chin, forces her to glance toward the unfortunate victim’s flushed, swollen face, her hazed eyes starring nowhere, gasping for breath through what appears to be a horse bit between her clenched teeth.  “Take a good look Jessica, you’re next on the table as soon as they unhook the wires and drag her off…. Your tits and pussy’s going to get even more of a workout then hers next!”

       The putrid aroma even stronger, Jessica’s heart practically pounds out of her chest as she can’t count the numerous discolored blotches on the girl’s naked flesh, especially across her bruised and swollen breasts and the immediate area between her thighs and splotchy, bare pubic mound.  Noticing a pair of wires, red and black still remaining attached to the girl’s twitching nipples and another set laying on the table, obviously just removed from  her blood tinged pubic area with the same style safety pins as her own, Jessica feels nauseated, on the verge of throwing up.

       Twisting her around, Beth again smirks as she looks directly into Jessica’s terror filled eyes.   “As soon as she’s off that table, I want you to climb on it yourself, on your own in front of everybody, so the men can secure your wrists and ankles before hooking you up to the generator, understand?”

       Frantically shaking her head back and forth, grunting through her ‘O’ ring, Jessica’s entire body trembles as she unsuccessfully pleads.  Her swollen grapefruit sized breasts perfectly round from the gouging draw-tights jiggle off the front of her bare chest, the tinged safety pins glistening as a trace off blood drips off her left nipple.  Hearing the girl’s animalistic grunts and the sight of her tortured body being slipped onto the gurney and wheeled through the crowd by one of the men, she again pleadingly stares into Beth’s cruel eyes as she feels Debs hands pushing against her buttocks.

       “Turn around… Shove your ass against that table… And lay across it on your back… Now!”  Beth harshly orders a she shoves her upturned hands in front of Jessica’s face, the sharp fingernails like claws flexing.  “Otherwise, I’ll lift you up by those tits myself and Deb and I will throw your ass on it!”

       Knees quivering, barely able to force her self to move, she feels Deb’s hands turning her.

       “Damn it!”  Beth grunts.  “Deb, I told her to do it herself, now let her!”

       Feeling the hands slide from her backside, Jessica already partially turned feels her butt cheeks against the wet metal.  Closing her eyes, weak kneed, barely able to stand anyway, she arches back trying to maintain her balance as her multi bound body stretches back across the edge of the flat table.  Whimpering, grunting through the ‘O’ ring, she slips and falls backwards.  The back of her head hitting the table, her arms stretching straight out across the table’s backside as her legs lift up off the floor, her body flat, crosswise, hanging off either side.

       “Go ahead, twist around Jessica.”  Beth scolds.  “Position yourself on that table!  Hurry up or I’ll slide you across it with my fingernails in those beat up tits of yours!”

       Struggling, stretching, twisting back and forth on the still warm metal slab, Jessica grunts with each jerk while the tears stream from her swollen eyes as she forces her naked body to bounce, slide across the wet, sticky metal.  Before even stopping, she feels the man’s hand on her left breast.  Glancing upward toward his piecing eyes behind his mask she feels her already bulging breast squeezed even tighter while he slips the serrated clamp on the end of a red wire across the safety pin impaling her left nipple.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  Her nipple already pulsing, she feels the sharp metal grip across the better part of her stretched areola and flattened nipple as she screams.  Still jerking, bouncing on the flat slab, she feels her right breast squeezed, its safety pin clamped over by the matching serrated clip on the black wire.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  Another guttural scream mixed with spittle emit from her ‘O’ ring as the matching pain jolts across her battered breasts.

       Feeling her hands gripped, her eyes dart upward as the other muscular man has already returned and is quickly securing her arms to the head of the table.  Just as quickly feeling her thighs worked between the draw-tights, her eyes dart downward between her swollen mounds toward the man stretching a red wire up between her legs while painfully tugging on the safety pin impaling her clit.  “Aaaagggghhhhhhh!”  Another tortured scream as the serrated clamp grips the swollen nub of her clit, encasing the pin.  Bordering on unconsciousness, on the verge of hyperventilating, her bound body stretches at the embedded draw-tights, her muscles reflexively flexing under her glistening bare flesh.  Her body wracked in unbelievable pain, she feels the forth, opened serrated clamp, its pointed tips forced between her thighs, sliding into her rectum and vagina simultaneously, before clamping shut, compressing the orifices between the gripping metal.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Another hysterical scream as her body bucks, then goes limp, reflexively twitching as her head rolls toward its side on the metal slab.

       The crowd mills around closer as one of the masked men tautly stretches her legs toward the bottom of the table and secures her ankles.  Her draw-tight bound, naked body quivers on the flat metal as it glistens, the clamps and wires jigging off the tips of her nipples with each breath wheezing through the wet bright red ‘O’ ring as her flattened stomach raises and lowers in sequence.  Prepped for her next ordeal, Jessica’s about to be revived, back to her tortured consciousness as Beth steps through the crowd and unsnaps a capsule.

       Head jerking back and forth, momentarily disoriented, the pain wracking her tortured body, Jessica quickly realizes the reality of her horrendous predicament.  Grunting, glancing down across her searing breasts at the jiggling wires, sensing the crowd around her, she stares wide eyed toward the black box in the masked man’s hands at the read side of the table.

       Noticing an evil smirk on his face, his eyes glancing across the table, her eyes dart with his, toward Beth as she nods her head.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!!...  Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  All the combined agony combined together already heaped on her tortured body can’t match the mind numbing five second jolt of electricity as it tears through her tortured breasts as they bounce, flex across her bucking torso, worse then red hot pokers ramming repeatedly straight into her clamped nipples.

       “Higher, on her pussy this time!... And a little longer!”  Jessica’s mind hears Beth’s voice, almost echoing, reverberating in her head.

       “Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhh!!!....  Aaaaaagggghhhhhh!!!”  The pair of shrill screams bounces off the walls as Jessica’s hips thrash upwards, the back of her head butting against the hard metal as her breasts again jerk and sway in their tight bindings.  “Aaaaaggghhhhhh!!!… Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”   Another pair of shrieks as the voltage is turned on… Off… On again, then off again.

       Urine squirting from between her thighs splashes across the metal between her legs, the yellowish fluid mixing on the already wet table.  Foam mixed with saliva oozes from her ‘O’ ring, drooling down her cheeks, dripping onto the flat surface, her hazing eyes starring straight up toward the ceiling as her fingernails dig into the palms of her clenched fists stretched tightly toward the head of the table.

       “Both together this time… And higher… Fast, short bursts… A lot of ‘em!… I want you to knock her out!  I’ve got more of these capsules.”  Beth orders as she gently slides her open hand through Jessica’s matted hair before pressing a capsule through the mucus under Jessica’s nostrils.  Stepping back and nodding, she adds, “Make her dance for us!”

       Already having used a higher then safe voltage level, the man just nods as he takes a cautionary partial step backwards, flicks the switch back and forth, repeatedly, as Jessica’s coughing, chocking from the capsule.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!... Aaaagghhhh!!!... Aaaaggghhhh!!!... Aaaggghhhh!!!!”  Screaming, bucking and twisting on the table, Jessica’s body pounds across the harsh metal as each jolt lifts her contorted body even higher before slamming back down.   Another, hard twist and the strongest current of voltage yet rip through all four wires.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh !!!  Stiffening then trembling on the slab, the familiar putrid odor resonates from the drenched table and her equally wet, unconscious naked body as the slightest wispy haze floats above her darkly discolored, swollen breasts.

       Leaning toward Beth, the masked man with the control slowly nods his head back and forth while slowly whispering.  “I think with the voltage we used, that’s enough for now if you want to continue her tour of the rooms.  Anymore and she’ll be lucky to feel anything else without permanent damage.  You sense that acrid smell already?  Maybe you should revive her and move on while she can sense more pain.”

       Again Beth allows for the swelling group of onlookers to inspect Jessica, again unconscious, spread in front of them.  The faint smell resonating from the table intermingles, obviously consisting of seared flesh and urine as Deb steps beside the table with a bucket of brine water.  Having the people step back, she tosses a couple quick thrusts of the bucket, the ice cold water splashing across the table mainly soaking Jessica from above her breasts to below her thighs.  Barely twitching and still not fully conscious, Jessica lays practically silent as Beth snaps another capsule  Stepping to the head of the table she whiffs it back and forth across the wet ‘O’ ring.

       Jerking, awakening again to her torture, Jessica feels the ice cold, yet searing brine water drenching her many wounds.  Barely able to grunt, groaning hoarsely through the gag, tasting the residue of the splashed water soaking her mouth and nose, her body uncontrollably trembles as her agony and terror mounts.  Eyes darting, her body both in horrendous pain and numbing at the same time in the pool of water surrounding her, she wishes she could stay unconscious, not to feel her entire body being suffocated by the binding draw-tights.

       “Well Jessica, so far so good!”  Beth scoffs.  “You’ve taken the most current yet, congratulations!”  Patting Jessica’s thighs, fingering the wire clamped to her clit, she grins as she adds, “You have pissed yourself, though, so we cleaned you up a little!... Ready to continue the tour after we remove these clamps from your titties and pussy?... Hold tight, this is going to hurt some more, but the next stop will warm you back up with some nice supple leather!”

       End Part Three

                  

           

           

UNDERCOVER

Taken from the table, Jessica’s next stop is the bondage chair to taste the cane.

Chapter Four

       The constant application of the ammonia capsules keeps her conscious.  Pain wracked, nauseated and claustrophobically bound face up on the wet table while surrounded by the multitude of sadistic onlookers, Jessica borders on hysteria.  The acrid scent of the aftermath of the burns from the electrical current jolted through her tortured, wet  breasts and vagina faintly drift through the room as she feels her wrists and ankles unbound from the ends of the table.

       Barely coherent, she feels Beth’s hand running through her matting hair and gripping it.  Her head tugged toward her side, rasping for breath through the saliva and mucus streaking across her face she’s barely able to see through her tear welled swollen eyes as she feels the shock of the ice cold, yet burning brine water again sadistically splashed across her naked flesh.

       “Ooooomph!”  Barely able to grunt through the ‘O’ ring, the salty water also striking across her face, the taste gags her as it floods her mouth and nostrils as it splashes across  her head onto the table.  Her body reflexively stiffens; lurches as the range of painful sensations overwhelm her.

       “Jessica… Jessica!”  Beth’s voice rings in Jessica’s ears as she blurredly stares toward the voice through her burning eyes.  “Get up, let’s go….  You’ve just started girl!”  Feeling her right nipple sadistically gripped, twisted by fingers jerking at the safety pin, she hears Beth’s voice continuing, “Get off that table or I’ll drag you to the next room by your bare tits!... Come on!”

       Feeling her shoulder tugged, her body jerked around on the cold flat metal to get her started, her ankles hang over the edge as she grunts, somehow twisting on her own.  Slipping her bound legs off the table as her restricted body begins to uncontrollably twist, she grunts as her hands flail high off her outstretched arms, her buttocks slipping across the edge of the table.  “Oomph!”  Her hips barely catching the metal edge, she uncontrollably twists and falls face forward toward the wet floor below, straight as a board.  “Thwack!”

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  Dropping to the floor, landing across her swollen pain wracked breasts, she’s barely able to twist her face away in time as she body slams face down between the parting crowd.  The air forced from her lungs, rasping for breath, she lays face down in the cold mixture of fluids collecting across the hard wooden floor.  Her battered and bruised body spasms uncontrollably in the ever tightening plastic straps as her glazed eyes blankly stare past the multitude of legs surrounding her.

       “Ops!... Those tits are like cushions!”   Beth smirks while kneeling down, her own bare breasts swaying.  Grabbing Jessica’s arms at the strap across her elbows, she adds, “Need some help getting up?”  Deb, stepping between Jessica and the table also grips her at the elbows as both lift up; arching her bound body into a backward semi arch, her thighs and hips still on the wet floor as she’s painfully bowed.  Her strapped arms raised straight up in the air, her bulging breasts discolored to a deep purplish, and bruised, oozing blood from the pinned nipples, thrust straight out and apart from her arched torso.

       “Come on, stand up, you can sit in the next room while you get these tits worked over!”  Beth scoffs as she grips Jessica by her bound breasts as Deb tugs on her arms at the same time.

       Lifted upright onto her feet, Jessica’s barely able to maintain her equilibrium as Deb keeps a firm grip on her arms as she’s turned toward the archway between the parting group of people.  “Come on; take us over to the next room… Bitch!”  Beth scolds as she steps toward the hallway.  “Come on!”

       Staggering, hardly able to walk, to support her own weight, she’s led along with Deb’s unsympathetic assistance.  Her eyes fixated on the floor just ahead of her bare feet, she begins to shuffle toward her next torture.  Not wanting to fall helplessly face first again, the pain wracking her body, she parts the crowd as her battered, engorged breasts bobble in front of her.  Again led into the next room, she notices the slotted, open seated chair in the middle of the floor is already vacant with straps hanging off it.  Traces of blood tingeing the shellacked wooden frame of the specially built apparatus are obviously remnants from the girl she’d seen being beaten earlier.

       Led to the front of the chair, she’s turned to face the crowd by Deb as Beth has what appears to be a box cutter in her right hand.   Wide eyed she watches as the knife flips between her thighs, then knees and finally her ankles as the buried straps snap apart, painfully stretching out and off from her bulging flesh.  The searing pain of the plastic draw ties tearing from her embedded flesh causes her knees to tremble as she nearly falls backwards while Deb continues to hold her harshly upright, forcing her calves against the front of the chair.

       “Sit her down!”  Beth orders Deb as she momentarily waits with the box cutter still in hand.  “Let’s cut those tits loose so we can make ‘em dance for the folks, okay Jess?!” Again using the knife, Beth grips Jessica’s right breast as she’s shoved back on the chair, jabbing the sharp razor sharp blade into the outer side of the globe, prying for the draw-tight.

       “Aaaggghhh!”  Feeling the blade nicking her tit flesh, the thin plastic ties snapping open, flexing off her tortured breast, the pain of the jab’s instantly overwhelmed by the fresh blood flow rushing through her swollen globe as it bounces free.  “Aggghhhhhh” The searing pain of her left breast being jabbed and unbound quickly follow as Beth harshly jabs the razor tip into that plastic strap, freeing the swollen left breast.

       Jerking, twisting, Jessica’s naked body slides across the wooden slates as her breasts bounce, slap together, the fresh nicks dripping specks of blood down the sides of her ribcage as Deb continues to hold her by her raised arms.  The largest group yet pack the room, surrounds the chair as they watch Jessica being prepared for her breast flogging.  Kneeling, Beth uses some fresh draw-tights, binding Jessica’s ankles to the bottom legs of the chair type apparatus. Forcing Jessica’s knees wide apart, her own bare breast flattening against a knee, Beth straps Jessica’s thighs toward the top of the wooden legs causing her buttocks to spread across the chair’s open seat, her puffy vulva gapped apart, vulnerably exposed.

       “There!... Might as well give her pussy some attention too, huh!... Right Jess?”  Beth scoffs while double checking the draw-tights before reaching between her thighs, unsnapping and sliding the safety pin out of her oozing clit.  “There, that better?” Standing and reaching for Jessica’s arms, she adds, “Let’s rearrange these too!” While she slashes at the thin black plastic straps one at a time above her head.

       “Hold her Deb.”  Beth orders as she folds Jessica’s right arm behind her neck after freeing it.  Slipping a draw-tight around Jessica’s wrist, she slips it tightly around her bicep close to her armpit, forcing them to press together as she tugs.  Quickly following suite with the other arm, she then forces both bent elbows back behind her.  Stretching a draw-tight around both, she snuggly tugs a couple, three hard jerks.

       “Oomph!... Oomph!!!... Aggghhhhhh!!”  Each jerk forces a grunt from Jessica’s ‘O’ ring as her tightly cramped arms draw back behind her shoulders, her spread elbows forced toward one another from behind forcing her torso to painfully thrust forward as her swaying breasts separate.  Her naked body now bound spread eagled to the seat, her chest thrust out; her wobbling, bare breasts present themselves as fascinating targets for the engrossed crowd.

       Standing in front of the chair, smiling, Beth kneels and looks directly into Jessica’s glazed eyes as she palms the global mounds.  “You think that little workout these things went through earlier was something, wait till I use a soaked cane on ‘em!... But first, let me unpin them so I have a good target right across these nubs.”  Unsnapping the left, then right safety pin, she slides them free from the tinged nipples.  Turning toward Deb, reaching for the willowy cane in her hand, she orders.  “Stand behind her and continue to give her good strong whiffs off a fresh capsule… I want her really alert for this!

       Smelling the acrid odor with again the bitter taste, gagging through the mouth gag, Jessica’s eyes widen.  Again alerted she watches Beth take a stance toward her right, the four foot or so glistening cane in her right hand slowly flexing back and forth.  Feeling Deb grip the back of her bound arms and tugging downward on her hair, she can’t resist her breasts being forced out and upwards, the pair of tinged safety pins gone from her spread nipples.

       “Okay Jessica, how ‘bout an even dozen!”  Beth directs.  “Also, I think Deb should count ‘em out for us, don’t you Jess? I hope she doesn’t miss, or forget or it won’t count and we’ll have to start all over!... Ready?  Hold her out here for me, Deb!”

       Feeling herself arched back, her breasts pushed outward while sensing the crowd forming tighter around the chair, her eyes squint as the cane swishes toward her trembling bare breasts.  “Thwack!”

       “Aggghhhhhh!!!” Lurching, jerking backwards, Jessica screams through the ‘O’ ring as the brine soaked bamboo sinks into the already tortured flesh of her battered globes, the pain almost becoming irrelevant as to all the other imposed on her already.

       “That’s one!”  Deb enthusiastically counts out, holding Jessica’s quivering body down across the wooden seat by pressing down across her shoulders.

       “Lift her tits up for me.”  Beth orders as she steps just to the side of the chair.

       Reaching around, cupping both breasts, lifting them upward, Deb glances from one to the other as she glances toward Beth.   “How’s this?”

       “Watch your hands…. Keep ‘em underneath and push up…. That’s it … Hold ‘em right there!... I don’t think she felt that first one enough!”  Beth directs as she flexes the cane just above the upturned nipples.  “Thwack!!... Thwack!!”

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  The scream echoes throughout the room as Beth harshly backhands, then forehands the cane across the left, then right nipples as Jessica’s eyes blink upwards in her tilting head.

       “Hold ‘em tight!... That’s’ better!”  Beth grunts as she flails back and forth, again back and forth.  “Thwack!... Thwack!”… Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!”

       “Agghhhh!... Agghhhh!!”… Aaaagggghhhhhh!!!”  Jessica’s screams are interrupted by the severe back and forth flogging, her breasts jerking , bounce free as Deb slips her hands back, gripping and hanging onto both jerking elbows.

       Stopping and glancing toward Deb, her breath raspy, Beth grunts, "How many now?”

       Glancing over Jessica’s trembling shoulders toward her still quivering striped breasts, Deb shakes her head back and forth.  God!... Six, seven…Hell, maybe even eight?”

       “Okay… Okay, a few more!”  Beth rasps as she lurches forward.  “Thwack… Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!!”   Stepping back, slightly bending over with her hands on her knees, her own breasts glistening, hanging down, and swaying back and forth, Beth glances toward the crisscrossing bright red welts covering Jessica’s bruised breasts as a trace of urine trickles down across the floor from under the seat.  “There… That’s a couple more!” She grunts, nodding at the same time toward Jessica’s closed eyes.  “More ammonia!”

       Gurgling, wheezing, her chest on fire, Jessica gags as she smells the familiar stench of the breaking capsule.  Shaking her head, jerking at Deb’s hand still holding her hair tight, she again grunts while helplessly struggling with her legs bound to the chair.

       “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!… Thwack!!!”  Across her flailing breasts, back and forth, up and down, the cane constantly centered across the bleeding nipples.  The continuous crackling of the flogging drowns out Jessica’s guttural screams mixed with spittle emitting from her ‘O’ ring as the brine sprays from off her bare chest with each lashing.

       “I… I think that’s at least a dozen, Beth!”  Deb, for the first time blurts out, holding up a hand, almost a sense of concern in her voice as Jessica’s head again slumps back as she can barely grunt.  “She’s got a long way to go tonight if you want her conscious for it all!”

       “Stretch her tits out toward her sides by the nipples… Just a couple more, then I’m done!”  Beth scolds.  “Hold ‘em tight too!”

       Kneeling, reaching around both sides and tightly gripping the swollen nipples between her thumbnails and fingernails, Deb stretches, tugs the bruised melons outwards.  “Okay… Ready!”

       Standing directly in front of the chair, noticing Jessica’s swollen eyes gazing from her flushed face, Beth realizes she’s nearly incoherent as she raises the cane.  “Swish… Thwack! Swish… Thwack!”  The cane flicks downward, then instantly upward tearing Jessica’s right breast from Deb’s fingertips. Harsh red welts instantly crossing horizontally over and under her flexing globe.

       Stepping to the right of the chair, Beth glances toward Deb.  “Let it go, hang on to the other one!”  Again glancing toward Jessica’s expressionless face, a steady drool of saliva spewing down off her chin from the ‘O’ ring dripping between her breasts, she watches her naked body trembling as another trickle of urine dribbles, splashes on the floor from under the chair.  Stepping forward, Beth raises the cane.  “Hold her head back!”

       “Swish… Thwack!”  Another red welt streaks across the soaked tit flesh as Deb grips tight, the nipple dripping blood while still pinched between the nails as Jessica’s glistening body uncontrollably shakes.

       “Swish… Thwack!” A harsh underhand and the cane bends through the air, ripping into Jessica’s under globe tearing her nipple from between Deb’s fingers.  Both breasts jerking, bounces and sways as Jessica’s head tilts back and toward her side in Deb’s grip.

       Stopping, Beth glances toward Jessica’s welted body, back toward Deb.  Slowly nodding, lowering the crimson tinged cane while taking a breath, she wipes the moisture from her own bare chest.  “I… I guess that’s enough.  Let the group look her over for awhile and then wake her again…. We’ll get her to the next room while she’s capable to continue.”    

            

     

         

              

UNDERCOVER

Jessica’s gauntlet continues, this time a view and a workout from above the tormenters and crowd.

Chapter Five

       Unbound from the chair, the pair of bare-chested muscular men lifts her semi-conscious body and carries her through the crowd, over to the room with the cross.  Another pair of men on ladders waits behind either side of the cross as her right arm’s stretched up toward the wooden beam as she’s lifted by her waist by the other man.  As one man holds her right wrist from behind the cross, stretching it outward toward the end of the crossing beam, the man in front swings a hammer, driving a thick nail through the upper eyelet of the flattened end of a molded metal cuff.  Driving another nail through the bottom eyelet, the cuff engulfs her wrist pressing it securely against the flat wood.

       Stepping to the other side, her arm tautly stretched upward and outward, the couple of nails are quickly nailed through the eyelets forcing the metal cuff to engulf that wrist and press it firmly against the cross.  The men stepping down from their ladders, the man holding her around her waist releasing her, her body slumps, hangs downward in front of the flat surface of the wooden cross as her arms spread harshly above her slumping head, hair matted across her face, her hands darkening as her naked body strains.

       Each ankles’ individually gripped, held across the outer sides of the cross’s square post as the man with the hammer drives a couple more nails through the eyelets of the metal ankle cuffs after her knees are positioned in a forty-five degree angle.  Stepping back, Jessica’s mounted crucifixion is completed.  Naked, spread in the classic crucifying position, a bucket of cold brine water is handed to Beth in front of her.  Splashing it up across Jessica’s face and shoulders, she gags, twists her head back and forth as the cold, yet burning sensations tear through her ravaged body.

       Eyes darting back and forth, he mind racing, she feels her wrists and ankles pressed painfully against the wooden cross’s flat surfaces.  In agony, her breasts pounding from the caning she received, realizing she’s not still bound to the chair but hanging from the cross, everything seems so surreal, a nightmare.  Jerking her arms and legs, unknowing how she’s mounted, nailed or otherwise, her numb wrists and ankles offer no perception of her mounting as she frantically tries to glance at her feet and wrists.  Her heart pounds as she can’t stand the thought of what if she is nailed, like the other woman was.

       “Don’t worry!”  Beth, still naked herself, chimes in as she flips what remains in the bucket across Jessica’s battered breasts.  Seeing Jessica’s eyes darting, realizing what she must be thinking, she smirks.  “You’re not actually nailed to the cross…. Yet!”

       Staring down toward Beth, barely coherent in her beaten and weakened state, her arms already aching and her chest heaving as the weight of her body hangs from her outstretched shoulders, Jessica struggles for breath, moaning as the metal cuffs grind against her burning, raw wrists as the salty water drips off her naked flesh.  Glancing up toward the cuffs gripping her wrists then down toward the cuffs pressing into her ankles, she attempts to lift upward to breathe a little easier as she lets her head droop forward, her chin scraping across her sternum between her trembling breasts jaunting apart off her straining chest.  Her knees straightening, the pain in her ankles are excruciating as the unforgiving metal cuffs clamp tightly against her flesh.  Able to hold herself up only momentarily, she drops, again feeling the searing pain in her shoulders and wrists as her drenched, naked body trembles on the cross.

       Again the crowd’s allowed to mingle, circle her hanging above them.  Her taut flesh stretched across her protruding tendons and ligaments, her crucified body twitches as she again tries to relieve just enough pressure off her torso to take a deep breath.  Once again the pain sears through her legs and ankles as she can only gasp a couple quick gulps before dropping painfully downward until she’s caught by her stretched arms, her bruised breasts bouncing painfully above her protruding ribcage as her back scrapes against the rough hewn wood.  Barely able to grunt, her entire body wracked with a consistent sadistic pain, she finds herself repeatedly trying to perform a ritual like dance on the cross as her backside chafes raw.

       Between agonizing stretches, glaring pleadingly out into the crowd, getting only unsympathetic responses, she realizes in her physical condition she can’t continue to struggle much longer.  Her lungs already burning, her breathing short and raspy, she feels as if she’s slowly suffocating as her breasts quiver constantly out off her trembling body.

       “Jessica… Jessica!”  Beth blurts, smacking Jessica across her hollowed stomach.  Jessica, here… Let’s fix those bouncing titties!”  Reaching up, gripping Jessica’s right breast toward its base, she stretches a black, half inch band across her spreading fingers and slips the band up over the bulging globe.  Letting it snap shut, the band shrinks into the tit flesh.  Sliding her fingers outward toward the puckered nipple, flexing another black band with her spread fingers, she snaps that band into the tit flesh a couple inches forward.  After the fifth band, Jessica’s right breast appears tubular; standing straight out off her trembling chest as her other breast hangs down

       Giving Jessica a few moments to hoist herself up and down between gulping breaths again, Beth gives her left breast the same treatment.  Another handful of bands and both breasts are matched, both tubular, both pointing out toward her armpits.

       “Well, what do you think Jess?”  Beth smirks, a wide wooden flat paddle like piece of thin wood in her hand.  “Take a quick look at ‘em before I start working them over again!”

       Gazing down, from one to the other, her welted, purplish breasts seem to ripple under the elastic bands, her areolas stretched taut, and her nipples flattened.  Even as she’s looking she feels men’s hands on each side of her hips, hoisting her upwards a few inches.  A third man stands in front of the cross, hammering in a rectangular pointed serrated length of wood between her thighs, just under her parted labia folds.  The peg firmly mounted, standing out horizontally from between her spread thighs, the men release her.

       “Aggghhhhhh!”  The shallowest of grunts emit from her trembling lips as she feels the jagged wood pressing into the crease between her legs, her clit grinding painfully across the sadistic wooden peg holding her body higher.

       “There Jo!”  Beth again scoffs.  “Now you’ve got something to sit on, huh?”

       The pain excruciating, again unsuccessfully trying to hoist her self up with her straining arms, she drops.  The serrated wood unbearably grinds into her spread vagina as she squints, closing her eyes, trying somehow to gently lift upward.  Her mind screams as she struggles to find just the slightest of relief, again she performs her ritual of rising, lowering every few moments, continuing to try one more time to find the slightest relief as her ankles and wrists sear with pain.

       Her thoughts seem to drift, to try to block out the continuous flow of people circling the cross, staring, commenting as she raises, lowers, raises, lowers, each time more painful, each time her flesh peeling off her back side against the flat hewn wood, each time her raw clit grinding against the serrated peg between her aching legs. Seconds seem like minutes, minutes like hours as the fear of suffocating drives her on.

       “Thwack!... Agghhhh!”  The pain tears through her right breast as it bounces back and forth.  “Thwack!... Agghhhh!”  Her left breast receives the same torment, also bouncing as the wooden paddle flicks back and forth in Beth’s hand.  Grunting, twisting, her clit already rubbed raw on the sharp wooden peg, Jessica feels traces of urine dribbling down her inner thighs as she gasps for the slightest of breaths.

       Her fingers twitching as her toes curl, Jessica’s body reflexively spasms against the cross, her battered breasts jiggling in their multiple slender black bindings.  “Thwack!... Uggh!  Thwack… Humph!”  Her breasts almost flatten as Beth overhands the left, then right breasts directly across her translucent areolas and flattened nipples as her naked body rides the jerking peg.

       “Fuck!”  Beth scoffs, starring at Jessica’s bulging globes as her tortured body trembles on the cross.  “Aren’t those damn things numb yet, Jess?”

       “Thwack!... Thwack… Thwack… Thwack!!!”  Backhand, forehand, over, and finally under, Beth swings the paddle, pounding the flat surface of the wood across the outer globes of each breast first, then again directly across the nipples.  A gush of urine spurts, spraying out from the serrated peg, mixed with a pinkish crimson tinge.

       “Stop that Jess, that’s disgusting!”  Beth mocks.  Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!!!”  Stepping over by the side of the cross, Beth swings the paddle in her right fist, smacking it across Jessica’s flinching pubic mound and labia lips, each time lifting her hips up off the peg.

        Her head drooping, her matted hair stringing across her shoulders, Jessica’s limp body stretches down from her taut arms as her hips straddle the peg, driblets of blood tracing down across her inner thighs.  Unconscious, not even reflexively twitching, Deb steps up with a fresh bucket of ice cold brine water.  Tossing the entire amount across Jessica’s head and shoulders, she still doesn’t flinch.  Reaching for a second bucket handing it to one of the muscular men, he climbs the ladder behind the cross and dumps the water directly down across her head.

       “Oomph!”  Jerking, coughing, groaning, Jessica again is brought back from her temporary respite, her conscious pain again overwhelming as her Hell continues.

       “Thwack!”  Another overhand across her left nipple as Beth scoffs.  “Damn Jess, you scared us for a minute!”  Stepping toward the cross.  “Thwack!”  The right nipple gets the same attention.  “Shame on you… We’re not nearly done yet!”  Again concentrating on Jessica’s pubic mound, she swings.  “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!!!”  Three harsh smacks bruise Jessica’s already reddened bare mound.

       Almost past the agony, her mind hardly able to register all the points of pain, Jessica just squats across the peg, her hazed eyes nearly blank as they barely flutter with each lashing.  Her drenched, naked body just hangs limp as she somehow holds her head back against the flat column, staring straight ahead into nowhere.

       Lowering the paddle in her hand, turning toward Deb, Beth whispers.  “Think she’ll make it all the way?”

       Deb, glancing toward the nearly comatose Jessica, her ravaged body bruised, welted, hanging as if she was being tortured, then crucified centuries ago in the old Roman coliseum, mutters.  “Damn, Beth… Who knows?  Glancing toward Beth she continues.  “But what’s the fun if she’s not feeling it anymore?  Maybe she needs an hour or so blow.”

       Glancing up toward Jessica, Beth grudgingly agrees.  “Yeh, okay, I guess you’re right!... But!... But she can rest for a while right up there, where she’s at!... It aint going to be good on her pussy, but at least she can breath like that until she’s able to continue, huh?”  Stepping back into the mingling crowd with Deb, a pair of the muscular, bare-chested men stand on either side of the cross with their arms crossed, allowing the onlookers to get a close up of Jessica’s crucified, unconscious body.

       Her hollowed stomach barely flexing, her head hanging down, the people circle almost silently viewing her swollen, bound breasts and the peg dripping blood from her swollen vulva. It takes a second look to realize she’s still breathing as the welts and bruises are now layered across her multi shaded body from her armpits to her thighs.  Most of the group will stay through the short break, for Jessica to continue through the gauntlet.