TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 26 - breast and genital torture; urine cocktail
No sooner was her "date" out of the room than the matron appeared. "No
time to waste, Susie dear," she cooed. "Normally, we'd have to rush like
mad for the next 10 minutes to get you ready for your next 'guest' -- pull
out the pins and clean you up and so on. But this next guy has a special
approach. He wants to take up where your last boyfriend left off, so he
gets 10 minutes extra with you as working time."
Thanks a bunch! Susie thought. Not only do I have to work 10 minutes
overtime, but this guy is going to start where the last one left off.
My God! Does that mean that his torture is going to be all the worse?
I ought to join the union, she thought wryly.
While she had been talking, the matron had been getting Susie ready for
the next customer -- strapping her arms to a sort of tilting framework
that fit from her shoulders to her waist, so that she was leaning over
backwards at an angle approaching 45 degrees. Her ankles were fastened
to rings in the floor, so that her legs were spread far apart.
And she was mother-naked, of course, with those pins still reminding her
painfully of their presence.
She recognized the next customer, too. The Chief of Police, uniform and
all. He wasted no time starting on his fantasy.
"So," he said, stroking the places where the pins still pierced her body,
sending new pain through her, "you wouldn't talk for the boys. Well, I'll
soon get a confession out of you."
It soon became obvious that this was just a pretense, as she had known
it would be. Every time she began to confess to some crime, real or
imagined, he would hiss, "The truth, slut!" and apply some new torment.
w#
He started out with a snappy little whip, much like the one that Chuck
had used on her breasts. But it was more painful now, when it hit those
damned pins on every other stroke or so. And then he reversed the whip,
pounding her tits with the handle. Damn! It felt like a rubber hose, the
way it bruised and abused the nubile mounds.
"Won't talk, eh?" he gloated. "Well, I guess it's time for the real
stuff." He picked up a pair of Crushers, then laid them aside. "Naw, too
wimpy for me," he said scornfully. "When I squeeze a whore's tits, I want
to get a personal feel into it."
s#
And personal he did get. He started out with his bare hands, squeezing
brutally, all the while forcing those pins deeper into her tortured flesh.
And then he brought out another device. "The lemon squeezer, we call it.
Only in your case it's more like an orange squeezer -- or maybe even
grapefruit." He stroked her breasts, making sure that she got his meaning,
that she fully savored the pain beforehand.
Each squeezer consisted of a pair of paddles, hinged together at the end.
All he had to do was trap her breast between the two paddles, and squeeze.
The shape of the paddles gave enough leverage so that he could apply
unbelievable pressure.
It soon became evident that he was one of those that didn't mind if his victim fainted.
When the smelling salts had revived her, he started in on her cunt. First
the cattle prod, although it didn't really appeal to him -- it didn't
allow him to release enough of his own energy.
g#
He then fastened a clip on each of her cunt lips -- a clamp that bit
horribly, and was painful enough in itself. But then he attached a
thong to each clip, and circled her thigh with it -- stretching the
orifice wide open, defenseless against his whip. He started whipping the
inside of her cunt . . .
She never knew whether he had raped her during one of her periods of
unconsciousness, and she didn't really care. The pain was so unbearable
that a little rape would have seemed like child's play.
u#
When he revived her for the last time, she found that he had jammed a
funnel between her teeth while she was unconscious, and had taped her
lips tightly around it. When he saw that she was awake again, he whipped
out his dong and pissed squarely into the funnel, making sure that none
of the golden liquid spilled out, so she had to swallow every last drop.
"I'll see you again, bitch." was his parting shot. "And you'll talk next
time, believe me. There are lots of delightful persuasion techniques that
I haven't got around to using yet."
