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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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