Chapter 1
Chiara was shivering all over. She had hid naked in the forest for almost a week
now, after she had fled her prison cell. Constantly on the lookout for search
parties, desperate to find a means to escape from the island. She was hungry and
thirsty, had hardly slept the past few days. Add to that the mental strain of
knowing that there was really no escape, that she would be recaptured sooner or
later, made her cry several times a day. Right now, another search party was
roaming the island. Given her condition, it was not difficult to find traces to
follow. This time they did not even bring the dogs along, it was no longer
necessary as they seemed to know exactly where she was hiding. Clearly, they
enjoyed chasing her through the deep tropical forest.
In the end, actually, she just gave up. They found her cowering in the
under-wood, shivering from cold and from fear, tears running down her cheeks. As
one of the men unhooked the vicious tawse, she stated to beg:
"Mercy, Sir, please."
He did not have any mercy and soon the forest reverberated with her demented
shrieks.
"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaase stop, I'll do
anything, please!!!!"
"Mercyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!! Oh God, have mercy on meeeeeeee!!!!"
But the flogging went on and on, until she became quite senseless. Welts covered
her entire body, her back was bleeding profusely. The man who had so cruelly
beaten her, slowly opened his fly and jerked off on the naked woman. Then
another took over, with more beatings and rape. When they finally stopped she
did not even feel anything, except the excruciating pain all over her body and
the mental anguish that was even worse. And when they carried her back to the
main building, tied to a stake in a harsh hog-tie, she was received by the head
overseer.
"Well, did you have fun, you filthy snivelling pig?", he barked at her. "That
would be good, since there will be no fun for you as long as I control you.
And tomorrow, I'll get a special court order to already have your teeth
pulled, so you can no longer bite off any cocks. I trust we should be finished
within three days, but if it takes longer, well, who cares." He was laughing, as
he said this, but Chiara was missing the joke. She just felt terrified at the
prospect of being toothless. He must have sensed her thoughts, as he addressed
her again:
"You won't need your teeth anyway, we have our special diets here to keep you
fit for our pleasure."
She spent the night in a special hugging suit, a full-body latex dress. It fit
her perfectly, tightly engulfing her huge breasts and deeply cutting into her
crotch. With her arms and feet being folded together, she was unable to move.
She noticed the tubes that entered the dress under her breasts and into her
dildo, but it wasn't until later that she understood their function. As soon as
she was encased in her dress, the heating lamps were turned on, so that within a
few minutes she was almost suffocating under the scorching lights. They let her
stew in her juices for a bit, before the last bit was pulled down over her face,
leaving only her mouth uncovered. It was then, amidst her attempts to cope with
the heat that she suddenly felt her tits and pussy itch. The irritating itch
soon grew into unbearable longing to scratch herself, obviously not possible in
the position she was tied in. They kept up the steady flow of itching powder
throughout the night, as well as they left the lamps on. After hours of
screaming dementedly, but really without a voice, she sank into oblivion, her
body still twitching. This time, nobody bothered to bring her back to her
senses.
In the morning, after she had been injected with a double dose of stamina
fluids, they strapped her into the dentist's chair. Fixing her head with rubber
bands, they pried open her mouth and inserted the dental gag. It was the type
that could be adjusted manually, with very strong springs. She found it
impossible to even make it budge in her mouth. Satisfied that she would be
unable to interfere with their work, they proceeded with the operation. Of
course, no anaestethics would be used. So as to prevent her from swallowing her
tongue, they sewed it to her gum, thus neatly keeping it out of their way. This
would not be a permanent arrangement, but obviously had a very demoralizing
effect on the hapless woman.
Having pulled all wisdom-teeth in quick succession, and thereby breaking down
all her defences, they let her howl in agony for a short while. In addition to
the pleasure her shrieks gave them, they could also in this way observe her
reactions. Satisfied that the stamina fluids would keep her conscious throughout
the operation, they proceeded to pull out the other teeth at a more leisurely
pace. Sometimes, a tooth broke in half. In such instances, they took great
pleasure in poking her exposed nerve endings until she was hollering in pain.
Since she bled profusely, it was inevitable that she gagged on the liquid, as it
went down the wrong tube. When this happened, they simply struck her in the
face, until she was clear again, so they could continue her torture. When they
were finished, they left her alone, struggling with the pain and her bonds. She
was an awesome sight: mouth gaping wide open, completely void of teeth,
trembling and twitching uncontrollably, eyes almost popping out of their
sockets, every muscle taut in a vain attempt to fight the excruciating pain.
When finally her shrieks subsided, one of the overseers came back. He
manipulated some levers on the side of the dentist's chair. She could not, of
course, see anything, but soon felt both of her large breasts engulfed in tight
leather. The material began to hug her breasts, teasing them to full bloom. The
gentle massage got to her. despite the agony she had endured such a short while
ago, and her juices started to flow. At this time, some more levers were pushed
and she felt two huge metallic dildos being pressed into her nether orifices.
The initially cold metal increased her excitement, the gentle humming in both
her ass and pussy quickly produced the desired calming effects. As her lust
mounted, so did the level of humming. After awhile, the automatic iteration set
in, where one of the dildos brought her just short of cumming then being
switched off as the other dildo kicked in with a thrust that brought her back
from the edge. The endless teasing drove her to renewed desperate cries of
anguish, as she started to obscenely beg for release. The overseers just sat
there in the background, watching her thrashing and twisting in pure pleasure,
as the mechanical devils drove her on and on. Of course they could have calmed
her with some chemical stuff, but this was a lot more fun to watch. It also
helped to reinforce the message that she was their helpless plaything, with no
control whatsoever, that they intended to use her for their amusement and that
their imagination and resources were without limits. After a couple of hours,
when pleasure had turned into pain and desperation again, the overseers left,
leaving her in yet another hell. An endless cycle of building up and denying,
mercilessly repeating itself. The right mood for the tribunal, which was to take
place the next day.
