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Crown of Torments

Chapter 14 The Pangs of Guilt

Chapter 14 - The Pangs of Guilt


In the unlit torture chamber under the ruins of Zhorun's former castle, the

silence was frequently broken by moans and sobs, and the occasional cry of

bitter despair. Both occupants suffered because of the tortures inflicted on

them during the day, and because of the restraints they were placed under.


Kayleen's ankles had been cuffed high up behind a pillar almost too large for

her legs to encompass, forcing her to open them painfully, and her arms had

been bound together and twisted up above her head, fastening her cuffed wrists

to a ring on the floor. Both restraints conspired in squashing her burned

front, including the peeled nipples, on a rough carpet of bristles which

tormented her mercilessly at the slightest movement, for which the remorseless

bites of the flies all over her battered body provided incessant incentives.


Lyral's arms had been folded behind her neck, placing a knobbed steel rod

under her elbows and cuffing her wrists to her collar. Her legs had also been

folded under her, nudging another knobbed steel rod behind the knees and

fastening it against the one behind her elbows, with chains pulled shorter and

shorter until her soft breasts could not be compressed further. Her legs were

painfully bent outside her thighs, cuffing the ankles to a band at her waist.


In spite of the agony wrought on the muscles strained on the wheel, Lyral had

wasted no time in wriggling on the floor to reach her friend, unable to

dismiss the memory of the horrid torments inflicted on Kayleen and spurred by

her friend's occasional cries. The three tormentors had left them widely

separated, and Lyral soon lost any notion of time as she paused and resumed

her agonizing endeavor, until she reached Kayleen at last.


"Kayleen, I'm here. It'll be over soon, don't worry," she said through the

wizard gag as she felt the burnt skin. She concentrated briefly, causing a dim

glow to come into being and gasping at her friend's predicament. Since she was

again unable to use her hands, she delivered the healing with her lips, and

trembled when Kayleen stiffened. Soon her friend started weeping as her wounds

healed and closed, while the burns receded and new skin replaced them.


Although she had expected it, Lyral found the exposure to Kayleen's

accumulated agonies almost overwhelming, and started weeping herself. Back at

the top of her strength, Kayleen asked, "What's wrong, Lyral ?"


"The rack," lied Lyral, raising her head as Kayleen gasped and yowled because

one of the splinters in her womb had punctured her again, and asking "Is there

something not healing well, Kayleen ?"


"No, but I guess your power does not remove splinters," said Kayleen in a

feeble attempt at humor.


"They should be pushed out as the wound heals, but if they encounter an

obstacle this stops. Ordinarily I would help them out with my hands, but now

I'll have to use my mouth ..." she said tumbling on her own words, remembering

where the splinters were in Kayleen's supple body and feeling her cheeks

suddenly turn red in embarrassment.


"Go ahead, I'll try to help," said Kayleen matter of factly, attempting to

lift herself to allow her friend's head to reach between her legs. Dizzy,

Lyral wriggled and twisted, unable to concentrate as the smell of her friend

overwhelmed her senses. Incongruously, Kayleen giggled, "You're tickling me."


Concentrating on her power, Lyral renewed her healing, trying to dislodge the

wooden splinters and remove them with her tongue, stopping to heal herself

when a sliver pierced it. The process took time, because those beyond reach

had to be brought outside by forcing the wound to contract, causing them to

lodge in the flesh again and wrenching new yowls from her friend.


At length, they both stood still, panting hard, and the double sided nature of

their activities became clear to both, causing embarrassment and some

awkwardness as Lyral dreaded what she was discovering about herself and what

Kayleen would think of her. She hurried through the last splinters, eager to

see the end of the ungainly predicament, wounding Kayleen repeatedly and

cursing herself for her clumsiness.


"Kayleen, I should really have listened to you before speaking up, today. It's

just that ... I could not stand the sight of your torture. When they saw that

I could be broken by torturing you, they subjected you to the most abominable

torments in order to force me to speak. If you had not been so brave, I'd have

doomed us all. Will you ever forgive my foolishness ?"


Kayleen could not believe her ears, as the friend she had betrayed into this

hell and kept healing her wounds at the expense of her own begged for her

forgiveness. Overwhelmed by guilt, she spoke the words that should have been

said from the beginning.


"Lyral, I ... am not as brave as you think. I wish I were. The reason you're

here, in this hell of bloody torture, is because I was not brave enough. They

tortured me to know your location, and obtained it. It's me that should beg

for forgiveness," said Kayleen, her voice trailing into desperate sobs.


Lyral stood still, shocked, and then started weeping softly, each sob a stab

to Kayleen's heart as she cursed herself for attempting to cover up her

cowardice instead of speaking up at the beginning. In the darkness, Zhorun

thrilled at the exchange, seeing his little game come to fruition.


Lyral's shock was so deep that she ignored Kayleen's pressing advice to heal

herself as the approaching footsteps announced the start of another day of

torment, nor did she try to move away from Kayleen when the first torch shone

its light on their chained bodies. Crying softly, Kayleen swore to herself

that no word would ever escape her mouth again, even if she had to shed her

pride and squeal like a stuck pig all the way to hell.


Finding the prisoners close together did not engender any reaction from the

three torturers, noticed Kayleen. Grod tightened the collar on her windpipe

before freeing her legs and dragging her under a chain dangling from the

ceiling, which Kayleen recognized as the one used for the torment of the arms

twisted behind the back. True to form, her tormentor fastened her wrists to

the chain, but before pulling her up he cuffed her ankles together.


Meanwhile, the Southerner finished cuffing Lyral to the ladder, and with a

flourish uncovered his collection of biting and stinging insects. The young

girl shrieked at the sight of the critters twitching in the jugs, but he

mocked her, "Squealing already, my pretty ? I haven't even started yet."


He picked up a wasp with consummate ability and placed it behind her left

knee, smiling when Lyral's voice rose in a shriek from the vicious sting. As

he had done with Kayleen, he moved the insect down her leg, letting it sting

her repeatedly while the girl screamed in terror.


"Your friend there already knows these, of course, but with you we're just

getting acquainted," he said, taking the wasp under the sole of her feet to

increase the pain. He planned to land some serious stings before pausing to

let the girl witness the torture of her friend, so he next brought the wasp

against Lyral's nipple and laughed when she arched crying from the sting.


Kayleen screamed when Grod pulled her wrists up, a scream of pain and despair

as the accursed gag would again let her agonies vent for all to hear and enjoy

in spite of her efforts to salvage some dignity. Like last time, just the

torment of hanging from the wrists was mind numbing, and Grod let her hang

while pain rose in her shoulders and blazed in her twisted joints, while she

screamed and cried in waves of agony and misery.


Remembering her previous ordeal, Kayleen tried to be as still as possible, but

the unrelenting agony in her sockets wrenched new screams and gasps from her

mouth and her head started shaking as the mounting pain tore through her,

while the sight of her supple body trembling, the legs contracting and

distending slowly, was a feast for the eyes of her tormentors.


When her screams subsided, Grod neared and started smearing thick grease under

the soles of her feet. Once done, he wheeled in a brazier of hot coals and

placed it under her feet, then started lowering her until she felt the heat

and pulled her legs up with a drawn breath of tormented desperation, as she

realized the grisly fate awaiting her.


"You guessed right. Talk, girl, this is just the beginning." said Grod.


He let her hang with her legs folded, well aware that she was no ordinary

woman and with her endurance and physique could have held on for a long time,

but he was prepared. He uncoiled the bullwhip and lashed her calves, causing

her to buckle and distend her legs. When the heat licked her feet she pulled

them up again, only to jerk when the whip cut the front of her thighs, causing

her to scream in pain and despair as she measured the ordeal facing her.


After repeatedly whipping her lower limbs, however, Grod paused. He did not

want her to become so exhausted that she would no longer be able to pull her

feet up once they slipped into the fire the first time, so he lowered her

closer to the heat, forcing her to bend her legs and letting the scorching

heat lick at her limbs as she twitched in agony from her torn shoulders.


He pulled her up, allowing the heated grease to bubble under her soles while

she convulsed in her chains, flailing her legs and screaming from the pain in

her shoulders and soles. He lowered her again, over a dozen times, pulling her

up after a few seconds and pausing while her legs jerked spasmodically. Now

that she was getting tired, he resumed the lashing of her limbs, and this time

she reacted by distending her legs, slipping into the heat.


Lyral watched with tear streaked eyes as the splendid body of her friend

contorted in pain, her supple legs flailing and the ample chest glistening

with perspiration as she screamed when the bullwhip traced thin cuts on her

silken skin. She watched as her friend's leg muscles slowly gave, lowering the

slender feet into the heat, where they twitched and trembled for a few

seconds, the toes curling spasmodically while the skin turned angry red and

then glistening crimson, until, with an anguished scream, the tired muscles

managed to pull the feet away from the roaring heat.


Kayleen's howls of torment rose and waned as her tired muscles and the whip

forced her feet to slide closer to the heat, bursting in screaming agony when

the scorching of her soles caused her to jerk her legs up again. The grease

under her feet had provided some protection at first, but over time turned

into another means of torment as it started heating and bubbling, searing her

singed skin even when removed from the raging heat.


Each convulsing spasm shot new agonies in her sockets and tore a new scream

from her mouth, but was the only way to pull her feet from the fierce heat as

the grease boiled under her soles, blisters forming where a bubble burst

exposing the skin to the full heat of the raging brazier.


Slowly, the time her feet spent in the raging heat increased, as even the

unbelievable endurance which had enabled her to save them from the brunt of

the heat, at the price of unbearable agonies in her arms and shoulders, waned.

Grod removed the brazier after she managed to pull herself up again only after

flailing her feet in the raging heat longer than usual, and brought the jug to

her lips, in spite of her attempts to refuse.


As if on cue, the Southerner picked up a spider and pressed it inside Lyral's

armpit, wrenching a surprised shriek of terror and pain from the young girl as

she was entirely absorbed in her friend's ordeal. The spider, irritated by the

tweezers holding it, bit her repeatedly as he dragged it from the armpit onto

her quivering breast, each bite causing her to arch and buckle over the ladder

as the Southerner ogled her soft, creamy body.


Grod cuffed Kayleen's ankles to a pillory, pulling her legs up horizontally as

she cried in pain from the additional twist on her shoulders. The pillory

forced her to almost sit in mid air, hanging by her twisted arms and unable to

turn on herself to relieve her shoulders. He fetched an iron lamp, filled it

with oil and set it alight, then waved it at some distance under her thighs,

moving slowly back and forth as she cried in pain while he singed the skin.


He then smeared more grease on the now red skin and raised her a little,

enough to insert a narrow brazier under her thighs. When the fierce heat

reached her, she immediately jerked herself up, sending a wave of blazing

agony through her shoulders and screaming at the top of her lungs, as she had

to arch her body in order to avoid the heat.


Unlike with her feet, even her formidable physique could not hold continuously

that position for long, and she soon had to lower herself on the brazier

again, howling as the grease started heating and bubbling on her soft flesh,

and renewing her howl when she managed to pull herself up again only to fall

back in the heat immediately thereafter, screaming aloud when a bubble burst,

exposing a patch of skin which blistered under the heat.


The Southerner paused Lyral's torture, allowing the spider a last bite at her

pink nipple which brought her to howl like never before, and stood, unsure as

to which of the suffering victims delighted him the most. Lyral kept twitching

from the abject pain in her breasts for a long time, sobbing and coughing,

aware of her friend's ordeal but overwhelmed by her own.


Grod let Kayleen howl and scream, arching and buckling for the delight of the

onlookers, then turned a screw in the pillory holding her feet, pulling them

farther and distending her from a sitting to a reclined position, bringing the

heat under a so far untouched area higher up the thigh, which required her to

arch ever more and resulting in more agonized cries as her shoulders suffered

the consequences of her frantic efforts to keep clear of the heat.


Lyral sobbed at her friend's agonies, cursing herself as they were obviously

torturing her friend while leaving her almost unmolested. Incongruously, she

asked herself why they didn't torture her directly, as what little endurance

she could muster would shatter before the torments faced by her friend.


Kayleen's cries continued without interruption as the screw slowly dragged the

brazier along her thighs, the only respite being from the occasional sip from

the jug. Over time, a lingering smell of singed flesh materialized, while her

supple body writhed and buckled in pain over the brazier, her hellish torment

protracted until it reached her shapely ass cheeks.


Another brief sip from the jug was all the respite she was given before her

greased buttocks were also exposed to the heat rising from the narrow brazier,

a heat her muscles could deliver her skin from only briefly, because her body

was distended almost horizontally in mid air with her arms twisted behind her

back, and the only way to lift her buttocks was to arch her loins, a feat she

paid with rending spams of blazing torment in her arms and shoulders.


Unable to avert her horrified gaze from her buckling friend, Lyral suddenly

realized the perversity of the torment, because on any victim less physically

endowed it would quickly result in burns so severe that the victim would pass

out. Kayleen's astounding endurance and physique, instead, allowed her to

temporarily interrupt her exposure to the raging heat, at the expense of her

tormented arms and shoulders.


Still able to lift herself after a protracted sequel of agonized jerks,

Kayleen shook and trembled while the heat lapped her buttocks, crying and

howling as the boiling grease seared her skin and the blisters turned to

oozing, crimson burns. The screw moved the brazier back down, searing already

singed flesh, and she found the strength to raise herself again, sparing her

thighs the brunt of the heat at the expense of horrendous torment in her

shoulders, while her face contorted in agony and her screams raged from her

parched throat in frenzies of unbridled pain.


When the brazier was removed and she was offered the jug again, she drank it

avidly, twitching from the pain in her shoulders. Her eyes widened in horror

when Grod started searing her legs with the lamp, ignoring her cries of agony

and meticulously singing them bright red. She screamed when he closed iron

bands around the seared flesh of her thighs, folded the legs under the thighs

and cuffed the ankles to thigh bands, pressing burnt flesh against burnt

flesh, in a nightmare of pain which caused Lyral's eye to widen at the

perversity of the torment and sent her twitching and jerking, unable to

prevent her convulsions from inducing new agonies in her arms and shoulders.


The pain from her singed flesh mounted instead of subsiding, causing her to

scream and howl as she jerked spasmodically, and brought further torments to

her taxed shoulders. Her elbows were a single knot of blazing agony, her arms

ached fiercely, and her sockets felt like tearing off any time as waves of

blazing pain shot through them, each wrenching a new cry from her mouth.


Lyral's scream joined her friend's as the Southerner pressed the spider under

the soft underside of her right breast, letting it vent its anger at being

grabbed by his tweezers on the soft flesh of the screaming girl. Under strict

orders to preserve her maidenhood, the old man decided that her breasts, soft

and plump, the pink areolas standing out against the creamy skin, were the

next best target, so he fetched another spider and placed it near the base of

the nipple, following each twist of her panting chest to make sure new bites

wrenched new screams from his young victim.


When Kayleen's jerks subsided, Grod started smearing grease on her crotch and

inside her thighs, pausing to look her in the eyes to make sure she understood

what would come next, and continuing when he found resolve beyond the dread in

the bulging blue eyes. With one lamp in each hand, he brought them up against

the inner thighs and started methodically heating the grease, moving the lamps

up and down as her thighs jerked open spasmodically, twitching invitingly as

she howled in sheer agony at the repeated pulls on her torn shoulders and the

mounting heat under her tormented thighs.


When done, he lowered her on three lamps, their flames placed at different

heights, two searing her inner thighs and the middle one poised to scorch her

feminine parts. Supposedly, her twisted arms and torn shoulders could not do

anything to spare her nether parts from fire, but after the first anguished

cry from the pain in her tenderized thighs, her incredible physique proved his

worth again by allowing her to pull herself up, bending at the waist, gaining

one or two inches off the lamp lapping at her crotch at the price of a

gut-wrenching scream of protracted desperation from the pain in her muscles.


However incredible was her feat, her muscles soon gave and the flame lapped at

her groin, her cunt lips gaping because she had jerked her thighs open as the

other lamps seared them. A howl of desperate agony rose to the ceiling, and

she pulled herself up again. When her muscles failed another howl followed,

this time followed by harsh cries as the heated grease scorched the soft skin.


Hanging from her twisted arms, Kayleen screamed again when the flame lapped

her femininity for the third time, and her howls rose higher and higher as

each time the heat persisted longer, her straining muscles still incredibly

managing to deliver her, but not from the bubbling grease, except when a

scream of anguish bespoke a lapse exposing her crotch to the blistering heat.


Lyral watched in sobbing pain as her friend fought her howling battle against

the lamps, the thighs twitching spasmodically as she spread them wider in the

spasmodic effort to spare the places already scorched crimson. When the strong

arms failed, her friend's body convulsed in howling torment as the flame

licked the spread cunt lips, blistering them mercilessly to the point of

causing the rim of the vagina to twitch visibly in spasmodic agony.


Kayleen was given some respite when Grod removed the lamps and offered her the

jug, from which she drank as if it were the finest wine, but then her ankles

were cuffed to another pillory and her legs pulled back, causing her dangling

body to slump, a position allowing Grod to conveniently smear her front with

grease. Fear rose through the haze of pain in her mind as she realized what

this entailed, looking at the narrow brazier nearby.


Lyral's renewed screams turned her friend's head when the Southerner placed a

fresh wasp on her swollen nipple, drooling at the sight of the contorted

visage of the young Priestess. He let the wasp sting repeatedly, and then

replaced it with another, well aware that wasps liked to sting again where

another had stung. Smiling, he decided to keep stinging the same nipple again

and again as Lyral's screams intensified deliciously.


Grod singed meticulously Kayleen's front, ignoring her yowls and cries, well

aware that heat on singed flesh was more painful. His intent was to let the

brazier torment her right from the start, while her muscles were still strong

enough to lift her away from the worst of the heat, so that she would rise and

fall repeatedly instead of holding on up to a final collapse.


Her uninterrupted howls of exhausted agony proved that the method met the

intent. As each turn of the screw moved the brazier under a new section of her

front, a fitful nightmare of scorching agony was visited on her flesh, a

nightmare she could spare herself from only by pushing spasmodically on her

strained muscles, exchanging the unrelenting pain from her twisted shoulders

with the lapping torment of the burning brazier.


When the brazier reached her bosom, the heat assaulted her with roaring fury

as she found between heart-rending howls that her muscles would have to

provide for the extra inches afforded by her generous breasts, in order for

her nipples to be spared from blistering in the unrelenting heat. Scream after

scream, she managed to, her whole body aching as the grease on her nipples

bubbled, cooling partially only when her incredible physique managed another

feat of endurance, but preserving them from being scorched raw.


Lyral was given some respite when the Southerner stopped holding one spider

against each of her nipples, not because he was sated with her uninterrupted

screaming as the legged horrors bit her tender flesh repeatedly, but because

he was drooling at the sight of the splendid body of her friend contorting

over the braziers, unable to lift his gaze from the proud, quivering breasts.


Over time, whenever Kayleen's fatigued muscles found increasingly difficult to

preserve her from the searing heat, even her strong body slumped and tiny

blisters started appearing on her nipples, each wrenching a higher shriek of

sheer pain and spasmodically jerking her shoulders into deeper agony.


Another brazier was placed under her crotch, and soon its heat set the greased

blonde curls of her mons alight, dragging her down a new pit of frenzied

torment as her hair burned slowly while her buckles rattled the chains and her

inhuman screams tore through her throat one after another, faster than her

lungs could fuel them, each reaching Lyral's ears and stabbing at her heart.


Grod protracted her torment mercilessly, only removing the braziers

occasionally to smear more grease on her breasts and crotch, too little

respite for her scorched nipples or her seared cunt lips to stifle her

frenzied litanies of screaming agony. Only when one shoulder first, and then

the other, dislocated under her spasmodic jerks did he finally remove the

braziers and her ankle chain, pulling her up by her devastated shoulders and

leaving her swinging and crying in bitter pain.


Smiling in anticipation, the Southerner left the sobbing Lyral and circled

Kayleen, disrobing and thrusting his throbbing member up her ass while

grabbing her by her hips, savoring her cry of humiliation and pain as the

recoil tore at her dislocated shoulders, a cry which was but the first of many

to follow as each thrust jarred her and pulled at her pain-wracked limbs.


With a chilling glee on his swarthy visage, he opened a holder and laid out

the contents, dozens of needles of various lengths, each tip dipped through a

cork cap into the fluid of a thin vial. Kneeling, he picked a long needle and

slowly pushed it through her twitching calf, savoring her shriek and the gasps

which followed, as the spider poison irritated the wound, sending her leg

twitching and rekindling the pain in her shoulders.


"How come Your Haughtiness is crying like a sow already ?" he mocked.


"It is her voice we wish to hear, remember," whispered Zhorun's silent figure,

shutting up the swarthy old man. Lyral jumped at his words.


The Southerner pushed the next needle pushed the nail of Kayleen's little

finger, twisting it as she screamed hoarsely, to make sure the poison seeped

in, then without waiting slid another under the nail of her right thumb,

following up with more as the venom took effect and she started gasping and

crying, twitching her hands spasmodically in the vain attempt to relieve the

torment under her nails.


Drooling, the old man drove a short needle from under the areola of her left

breast through the full length of the nipple, and in spite of her screaming

jerks of torment followed up with two more, pausing as if to drink at the

fountain of her agony while her face contorted in harsh gasps at the mounting

pain from her fingers and toes.


Lyral watched in dread as her friend trembled from the awful torment, still

hanging from her dislocated shoulders and jerking her head up in agonized

cries when her tormentor started driving short needles in the soft flesh

between her fingers, and between her toes thereafter. Undoubtedly the needles

carried different kinds of venom, because her nails bled a reddish foam while

her nipple was swelling horrendously.


The Southerner started tightening a thin cord around Kayleen's swelling

nipple, a wet strip of leather, and lingered with another needle of the same

type near her other breast, teasing her panting chest and pulling back when

she twitched away desperately, screaming on each jerk of her dislocated

shoulders. The needle pierced her scorched flesh only when he tired of her

pitiful attempts at escaping his little game, and the others followed after

many screams and hisses from the desperately twitching Kayleen.


He fetched another long needle and pushed it down the length of her other

calf, using his full strength to drive it through the muscle while her buckles

shook her whole body, from the blemished toes to the arms agonizing under the

uninterrupted strain. Similar needles were driven up her aching forearms,

causing them to spasm in burning agony as her muscles were shot by renewed

pain because of the venom coursing through their strained fibers.


Noticing the swelling of her other nipple, her tormentor tightened on it a

cord not unlike the one already tormenting its twin, digging in the scorched

flesh as the venom caused it to swell to over twice its proportions. When he

fetched another needle dipped in the same venom, the simple act of kneeling

before her sent Kayleen in a frenzy of dreadful screams and pain-wracked jerks

as her hips buckled and turned in the frantic attempt to spare the femininity

he targeted, as testified by his leering smile and lustful eyes.


After protracting his game while she jerked her dislocated shoulders into new

depths of screaming pain, he put the needle aside and fetched a wedge-shaped

steel bar, which he fastened under her elbow cuffs. He then bent and pulled

her left leg up, cuffing the ankle to a ring at the left end of the bar while

she screamed and flailed from the new pain in her torn shoulders. With effort,

he did the same to her other leg, suspending her in a position which increased

the pull on her arms and shoulders but also allowed unhampered access.


He kneeled before her, almost overwhelmed by the thrill at her desperate

scream of pain and despair, pulled her clitoris upwards with his thumb and

then pushed a needle into the pink flesh at the base, while Kayleen's voice

rose in an abominable scream, and drove it along its short length, following

up with another while her howls scorched her already parched throat and then

with a third from above, the three points jutting out from the tip of the

feminine organ now punctured into a horrid mockery of a tiny male penis as

Kayleen screamed in uninterrupted, helpless agony.


He poured laced water in her sputtering mouth while the pain from her pierced

femininity still raged through her body, and allowed herself to contemplate

her twitching body as it hung from the strained arms, wracked by her screams

of desperate agony. When her jerks subsided, he rose and tied a thin cord at

the base of the swelling clitoris, then drove another three needles along its

tiny length, elongating it further while Kayleen's voice rose in another

frenzy of agonized howls from the unbearable pain.


Whistling, the old Southerner fetched a needle of a different kind, a four

inch barbed needle dipped in a greenish serum, and thrust it in her leg,

forcing it along the fiber of her twitching muscle while she screamed her

lungs out as the tip overcame the fierce resistance of her flesh. Lyral gasped

in horror at the sight of the dozens of such needles awaiting nearby.


Another nightmare of unbearable pain and fitful screams descended over

Kayleen's twitching form as the Southerner started driving the long needles

through her taut muscles, because after the excruciating torment of the steel

tip piercing the taut flesh came the burning agony of the venom, which caused

recurring spasms in the strained muscles, strong enough to bend the steel

needles twisting them through her flesh. The last needles he drove through the

inside of her thighs, letting the tips protrude near her burned crotch.


Kayleen's merciless tormentor paused only to let her drink again, then started

pushing shorter needles between her ribs, each one making her breathing more

painful and compounding the torment of each scream, including the one it

caused. But he really started enjoying his task again when he got started on

her buttocks, where he could alternate between short needles, pushed deep in

the flesh, and long needles, pushed along the length of folds pulled from the

burned skin by his old but still strong hands, while his helpless victim

screamed herself hoarse from the unimaginable pain.


The old Southerner put on a pair of thick leather gloves and started driving

nasty, short needles with a forked tip and dipped in yellowish venom through

the soft skin of her sides and belly, sending her screaming and convulsing

again as his hands pinched the flesh into folds for the needles to pierce. Her

screams rose even higher when he drove a couple through her lips and tongue,

trapping it outside her teeth and laughing at the horror in her eyes.


The venom in these needles burned like wasp venom, and the dozens of short

needles he drove through her torso, buttocks and thighs started burning in

waves of devastating pain which rekindled the torment of her strained muscles

from the longer needles still piercing them, a cruel combination of agonizing

torments which sent Kayleen's body into alternating frenzies of spasmodic

jerking and uncontrollable convulsions, punctuated by howling shrieks.


While Kayleen waded through the waves of agony from his last torment, the old

Southerner was already preparing the next, driving needles deep under her

burned breasts and wrenching new screams from her as the spider venom coursed

through her punished flesh. When his gloved hands started pinching her tit

flesh and driving the short needles in, the pain from the forked tips made

Kayleen almost delirious, her screams growing so desperate that she ripped her

tongue open, tearing the needles through.


With almost religious fervor, the old Southerner started a new torment, using

needles which he measured and cut to size before savagely grabbing her breast,

driving the needle through the base and letting the forked tip jut out at the

areola, resting on the swollen, bound nipple while Kayleen's howls reached new

peaks of unbridled agony. Needle after needle, he turned her breasts into

distended cones of quivering torment, because whenever she breathed out the

tips sunk into the swollen nipple, cutting her breath into a new scream.


He poured abundant water into her sputtering mouth, smiling in anticipation at

what he still had in store for her. Grabbing her cunt lips, he pushed them

onto the tips of the long needles still piercing her thigh muscles, four on

each side, and used smaller needles to braid the bleeding flesh around the

tips, leaving her cunt lips pulled obscenely wide. More needles were driven

into the inner lips and the rim of flesh of her vagina, opening them as much

as possible, while her howls crowded in her bleeding mouth faster than she

could utter them as air whistled through her tormented lungs.


In spite of her spasmodic convulsions, he grabbed her punctured clitoris and

twisted it, wrenching from her a howl of inhuman agony as the needles tore

through her throbbing femininity. He kept twitching it, pausing to let her

howling convulsions subside, until her screams diminished. He then twisted it

again and stitched it to the seared flesh of her mons with a needle through

the tip, drooling as she screamed from unexplored pits of agony


Circling her, he uncovered his member, sheathed it in leather, grabbed her

cunt lips with both hands, pulling her loins up from behind while she howled

from the pain descending from her dislocated sockets as much as from the agony

rising from the needles ripping through her feminine flesh, and rammed it into

her vagina, violating her again with a rutting growl of absolute pleasure

while she shook in the throes of howling shrieks of sheer agony.


Time brought no respite to the gurgling Kayleen, because his arousal, probably

because of yet another recourse to his drugs, showed no sign of subsiding and

his frenzied thrusts protracted her howling nightmare beyond belief, until at

last he pulled out and let her hang in convulsed torment.


When he brought the jug to her lips, she cried desperately at the prospect of

further torments, so he poured the liquid into her sputtering mouth until her

cries rose in pitch again and started driving needles coated in scorpion venom

under her soles and into her armpits, pushing her on the brink of madness as

new torments soared from her burning flesh, rekindling the pain in her

bleeding nipples on each breath intake. Methodically, he pushed more needles

into her thighs and buttocks, each time pausing after each one until her cries

and jerks subsided, and then into her breasts, stopping to admire his work

while she cried spasmodically, foaming at the mouth in utter agony.


When her cries started waning into pitiful wheezing wails, he drove a needle

through each nipple, pushing it slowly through the bud swelling painfully

against the cord tightened according to its original size and adding new blood

to the rivulets caused by the needle tips. Even this protracted her agonies by

a handful of minutes, so he pushed another nipple through her twisted clitoris

and was satisfied in seeing her jerk spasmodically again and hearing her

renewed howls of gut-wrenching agony, at least until these waned too.


Although Kayleen was not allowed the blessed respite of unconsciousness, she

slowly slid into a tormented exhaustion, punctuated by occasional wheezing

cries when she breathed out deeply and the needle tips stabbed her swollen

nipples, or when a spasm coursed through her dislocated shoulders twisting the

long needles inside the strained muscles of her limbs. She hardly noticed that

the Easterner had took over her torment, and her arms found no respite when a

sloping plank was placed under her loins because it was a hair split too low

to take some weight off her arms. Only the cursed water revived her somewhat.


Lyral, however, moaned in horror when the Easterner brought near the plank a

cart where rats of various sizes squealed inside weird metal cages, causing

Kayleen to dart her own bulging eyes around in dread. Although hanging from

her arms prevented her from seeing them behind her, just the effort of

twisting back her head wrought fresh cries from her, renewing the torment in

her shoulders and nipples.


The Easterner adjusted the plank so that it lapped Kayleen's pierced groin and

fetched a small rat, twitching in a leather body harness, and placed it with

the muzzle against her sphincter, wrenching a cry of pain and dread from the

hanging victim as she trembled before this new horror.


The rat hesitated before the needles piercing the area, or maybe smelling the

venom, but the Easterner fetched a flaming stick from the brazier and brought

it against its hind quarters. The terrified squeal of the rat rushing from the

fire was drowned by Kayleen's bellow of agony as it clawed its way into her

rectum, plunging inside in spite of the needles as her body stiffened in sheer

agony before entering a frenzy of howling jerks as the rat raked her bowels,

frantically attempting to escape the fire in its tail.


The Easterner had not let go of the two leather cords trailing from the rat

harness, whose purpose became apparent as he used them to prevent the rodent

from plunging too deep, but also to protract Kayleen's torment by pulling it

back towards the flame, causing it rake her frantically. Blood started

trickling from her torn orifice, while Lyral watched in horror as the shape of

the rat bulged inside Kayleen's flesh, each twitch causing a convulsed scream

of unspeakable torment to surge from her mouth.


After slowly pulling the frantic rodent halfway out and letting it claw its

way back in several times, wrenching a fresh litany of heart-rending screams

from his convulsing victim each time, the Easterner pulled it out for good and

let Kayleen hang, shaking from the unbearable torment, the foam at the corners

of her mouth dripping on her shoulders, red and swollen from the protracted

dislocation alone since they had been spared the needles.


She sipped the laced water, eagerly at first, but its effect was no longer a

jolt of energy, just a rekindling of self awareness and a refocusing of the

sight, hazy from the harrowing ordeal. With awareness, numbing pain also

returned and the rest of the water was poured into her mouth between pitiful

cries as the torment from her dislocated shoulders took its toll again.


Her cries rose again to pain-wracked howls when another rat was forced to claw

its way into her bleeding bowels, a larger specimen whose frantic digging was

readily visible to Lyral as it bulged inside Kayleen's innards. Overwhelmed by

the abominable cries of her friend, beyond horror at the sight of the torments

being wrought upon Kayleen's body, Lyral wept bitterly at her helplessness.


Kayleen's torment was brought to new depths of depravity when the Easterner

started pulling out the rat, because the critter had been chosen for its

proclivity to bite and it bit her bowels mercilessly, wrenching new convulsed

jerks of howling agony from her trembling body as it opposed the pull of the

leather cords. With calculated cruelty, her tormentor repeatedly pulled it out

just enough to let it sink its teeth into the muscle ring of her sphincter,

gnawing at it frantically to keep away from the flame and pulling Kayleen's

spasming body another step down the stairs of her howling hell.


When the echo from her last anguished scream waned, Kayleen drank the water

poured down her mouth in pitiful gurgles, still twitching from the pain in her

ass which had been treated rather summarily, and started trembling when a

bronze cage where another rat squealed in discomfort was hung under her

distended left breast. A vise was tightened around the base of her once proud

mound and another near the top, crushing the needles onto the nipple and

wrenching a scream of hoarse pain from her shaking chest.

When the flaming stick was brought under the cage, the rat jumped up and sunk

its teeth into the underside of the distended flesh, frantically trying to

gnaw its way through but unable to find a grip other than from its teeth.

Kayleen jerked her head at the ceiling in a maddened shriek while the rat fell

down and climbed back up, wounding itself on the needles still stuck in her

flesh. The raging torment in her dislocated shoulders fanned more cries of

desperate agony while she jerked spasmodically, vainly attempting to dislodge

the cage from her bleeding breast.


Mad with terror from the licking flame, unable to gnaw its way through, all

the rat could do was reach up and bite, tearing at her flesh but unable to

grab a full morsel. All Kayleen could do was howl in unparalleled agony as her

breast was being chewed to shreds one bite at a time, jerking in convulsing

pain when the teeth tore at the flesh and the blood flowed. To protract the

torment, the Easterner started pulling back the flame when her eyes showed

signs of exhaustion, only to bring it close again after a brief respite.


When the flaming stick was consumed at last, the Easterner removed the cage

and treated her wounded breast, staunching the blood loss with clips and a

thick paste. She drank with dread in her eyes, and an inarticulate scream of

dread shook her chest when a fresh cage was hung on her other breast, even

before than the vise crushed the needles onto the nipple.


The dread in her voice was replaced by helpless agony when a flaming stick was

put under the cage and this other rat found the same solution to its

predicament found by its predecessor, sinking its teeth into her breast for a

precarious but devastatingly painful bite. Kayleen's screams rose and waned as

the rat jumped and chewed, tearing morsels of soft flesh in the frantic effort

to get away from the licking flame.


When blood started flowing, the Easterner pulled the flaming stick, allowing a

first instant of respite before bringing it in again, listening at her screams

and monitoring her panting breath to protract her agony. Over a dozen bites

marked the underside of her once proud breast, but by biding his time he was

able to bring the rat to sinking its teeth into her flesh at least twice as

many times, before her delirious screams turned into wheezing moans of

mindless exhaustion.


Out of her mind, Kayleen sipped the laced water and hung in crying agony from

her dislocated shoulders when he treated her wounded breast. Her eyes returned

to focus with a scream of unabridged horror when he placed the plank under her

crotch and fetched a large, vicious black rat.


Spurred by the flaming stick, the rat plunged forcefully into the opening of

her vagina, clawing its way in while twisting the needles aside and wrenching

from Kayleen's mouth a howl the likes of which had not been heard in the

chamber so far. In spite of her strained muscles, in spite of her dislocated

shoulders, in spite of hanging for hours from her twisted arms, she arched and

rose from the plank, in a mad effort to distance herself from the horrid

intruder, screaming at the top of her lungs while the rat, caught halfway,

clawed further into her womb, a visible bulge moving under her flesh.


Instead of pulling it out, however, the Easterner let the rat trash inside

her, singing its tail occasionally when her screams subsided, knowing that the

creature was looking for a way out. When her eyes bulged and her body arched

in stiffened agony before bursting in another heart-rending howl of unearthly

agony, he was satisfied that it had found her cervix.


Watching intently the shape of the rodent bulging inside her womb, like a

horrid progeny of hell, the Easterner started alternating between pulling out

the rat and scaring it in with the flaming stick, always pausing to make sure

she was given time to recover from one pain before drowning into the next.


When the rat was being pulled out, it dug its clawed limbs into the walls of

her love channel, raking it frantically while her tormentor pulled at the

leather cords fastened to its harness. Twisting the cords made the rat twitch

inside her in search of a better grip, rekindling Kayleen's screaming agony

and preventing the rat from always clawing the same places.


When the flame spurred the rat in, it reached her cervix and bit at it, in a

frantic attempt to dig its way out from the licking flame, wrenching howls of

demented agony from the convulsing victim as her innards were chewed through

not unlike her breasts. Slowly, masterfully, the Easterner protracted her

agony, watching her bleeding womb, until at last he pulled the rat out and

called on Grod for help in treating her wounds.


The corpse that once was a wizard neared, and watched as the Easterner hung

two bronze cages from her bleeding breasts, while Kayleen's gaze wandered in

the empty eye sockets, crazily searching for a sign of mercy before clenching

as a scream of agony contorted her features when a caged rat, mad with fear of

the licking flame held by the Easterner, bit under her breast again.


Alternating the flame between the left and the right cage, the Easterner set

Kayleen on a path of uninterrupted agony as her breasts were being slowly

chewed off, one bite at a time, each bringing a spasmodic jerk of unbridled

torment as the sharp teeth tore her flesh, followed by a frenzy of fitful

screams as the pain from her dislocated shoulders blazed through her body.


A third cage was inserted in her vagina, pulling the lips over the cylinder

and fastening it by tightening the bronze vises over the needles still stuck

in the delicate flesh, compounding the pain from the bitten breasts for a

number of hoarse screams and slowly turning into dread at the thought of what

the cage was for. When the flaming stick was brought down, the rat inside

jumped and bit at the rim of her vagina, facing the same predicament faced by

the rats tormenting her breasts but wrenching a deeper, wailing howl of

desperate agony from the raving Kayleen.


Alternating between the three cages, the Easterner kept her convulsing through

an uninterrupted peak of unbridled, screaming agony, shortening his pauses to

reduce the damage but deny her the slightest respite and protracting the

torture beyond belief, pausing occasionally to pour laced water in her

sputtering mouth to keep her from sliding into unconsciousness. Bite after

bite, the underside of her breasts had been chewed into a bleeding pulp of

pulsating raw flesh, while her inner lips and the rim of her vagina hung in

bleeding shreds from dozens and dozens of small bites.


When Kayleen's face turned pale, and the howls escaping her foaming mouth

waned into wheezing moans, her tormentor removed the cages and looked up at

Zhorun, who nodded. She found the voice for a sputtering scream of despair as

more liquid was poured in her mouth, hinting at further torments, and shook

pitifully in her restraints when another rat was forced up her womb, a large

specimen curled into drug-induced stupor.


Horror and pain wracked her hanging body when the Easterner started sewing her

cunt lips shut, trapping the rat inside, her screams punctuating his needle

work while her swollen shoulders trembled from the hours of hanging torment.

When he was done, instead of tormenting her further, he left with the other

two, and dread descended upon the prisoners when the last torch disappeared.




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