The Black and Red torture lords tugged at the frightened girl,
bringing her before the White Lord.
"She is ready, Sir."
From his throne, the White Lord looked down approvingly. "I
like this one. She appears to be strong. Let's give her
something that will really test her strength."
The three robed figure were all of one mind. Behind their
hoods, each of them smiled privately. The Lords of Pain was a
unique club, one with a select and very limited membership.
Their sole purpose was to procure and torture female victims.
They enjoyed a certain amount of ritual, but never let it get in
the way of their sadistic fun.
"You can't do this,," the brunette they had stripped and led in
protested. "Dammit, you can't do it!"
"We can do whatever we like," the White Lord intoned. He knew
that the atmosphere of the torture chamber and the sight of the
robed figures was very intimidating. The girl shut up at once.
He spoke to Red and Black. "Put her wrists in the overhead
shackles. I want to see her stretched out before me."
The girl's struggles weakened as strong hands directed her
forward. The hopelessness of her situation was becoming
increasingly evident. She felt the cold metal close tightly
around each of her slim wrists. The chains rattled slightly as
they were adjusted. Then Red cranked up the chains, so her arms
were pulled high over her head and she was, as instructed,
stretched out for the White Lord to inspect.
The man in the white robe stepped down from the dias upon which
his throne sat. He approached her casually, as if it were an
everyday occurrence to find a beautiful, naked girl strung up
before him. He ran his hand appreciatively down her side,
brushing the edge of one bounteous breast. The girl shivered
but made no sound. She was too afraid that anything that she
did would only lead to further acts of cruelty.
Black brought over a heavy wooden stake, sharpened at one end.
He laid it on the floor between her legs and manacled her ankles
to it with lengths of chain. The girl found that she couldn't
lift her legs.
"Perfect," said the White Lord. Suddenly, he reached out and
grabbed the girl's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Gripping as tightly as he could, he held on and pulled her full
breasts away from her young body. As she shrieked, he told Red,
"Bring the number seven skewer."
Red obeyed instantly, hurrying over with the desired piece of
equipment. It was a rod about two and a half feet long,
sharpened to a deadly point at one end. As White held the
whimpering girl's tits, Red set the sharpened tip of the steel
rod against the side of her left tit. Her eyes were locked on
the terrible skewer.
He shoved, sending the cold metal through warm flesh, so that it
was buried in the center of her tit. The girl screamed madly,
her head thrown back. She tried to kick out, but the weight of
the post to which her feet were chained prevented that.
Again he shoved, making the point of the skewer come out the
other side of her tit. Blood spurted, splattering on the floor.
He didn't stop there. As she wailed and pleaded, he continued,
driving the rod through her other tit and making sure that it
was protruding evenly on both sides. Accomplishing the latter
took a few tries, but he didn't mind. Her screams were lovely.
"Two number fives," White requested of Black.
Those were shorter skewers which were stabbed through the tops
of her breasts and forced in until they came out the bottoms.
Ever the perfectionist, Black also carefully moved them up and
down until they too were evenly placed. The poor girl almost
went insane from the pain this procedure produced.
Before she could recover from the shock of the triple piercing
of her breasts, Red and Black stood up the heavy wooden stake
and fitted its bottom into a hole in the floor designed to
support it. As the girl watched with horrified eyes, they
lifted her by her hips and set her on it, so that its sharpened
end entered her tight cunt.
When they let go she screamed more stridently than ever. Her
own weight drove her down on the splintery length. She felt its
relentless invasion of her most private region.
"Listen to her go," Red enthused.
"Yeah," said Black. "I can't wait to try the stake on some
little piece's ass. Swoosh, right up into the bowels. That'll
be great."
The naked brunette hung there, spasming with agony. Her white
body shuddered continuously. Her tits quivered despite their
pierced condition. For long moments they just stood admiring
their handiwork, watching as the girl slipped inexorably down
the impaling stake.
They removed her ankle chain from the stake and used it to
fasten her ankles together. They then raised her chained legs
up and over her head, catching the chain around the back of her
neck. This caused her body to be bent double to allow her
impaled cunt to slide all the way down to the floor.
As the point of the stake reached her throat, Black knotted her
hair in his hand and pulled her head sharply back. At the same
time, he put his hand on her chin, forcing her mouth wide open.
As the girl continued her last journey down the stake, the point
was forced through her throat, emerging neatly through her open
mouth. The other Lords slapped Black on the back in
congratulations for the perfect impalement.
The suffering girl's legs were unchained and splayed out on the
floor. Her mouth was streached out around the emerging point of
the stake, making it look as if she was sucking a gigantic cock.
Her body erupting with pain, all she could do was hang there
silently, feeling the waves of agony wash over her, while they
watched and commented delightedly. They knew that, in a
position and condition like that, someone could last a
surprising long time. They could leave her for decoration while
they moved on to their next victims. The night was young.
Liz was a blonde beauty with a saucy ass and impudent tits. It
struck White immediately that she should suffer some
particularly excruciating type of torment. It didn't take him
long to determine what it would be.
"Wha ... what are you doing?" she asked desperately, seeing the
results of their earlier handiwork before her, as they forced
her to stand over a strange wooden triangle that jutted up from
the floor. "Please, I haven't done anything to hurt you."
"Of course not," said Red. "We wouldn't want our enjoyment to
be clouded by anything so boring as a revenge motive. No, no.
We want to enjoy your ordeal purely."
As she whimpered, a spiked bar was passed between the elbows of
her pulled back arms and her back. The top of the bar was
bristling with spikes, which cut into the soft flesh of her
arms. Before she could move away from the points, they cuffed
her wrists in front of her, so that the bar could not be freed.
Then they hooked hanging chains to the ends of the bar, through
eyelets put there for that purpose, and hoisted her off the
floor. The spikes were jabbed nearly through her arms. She
howled wildly as the metal points jabbed into her biceps.
As she hung there, they fitted a metal crescent to the top of
the triangle. The upper edge of the crescent was a blade, one
lined with sharp saw teeth. They bent Lizls legs back and
locked her ankles to the sides of the triangle.
"Now," said White, "what do you think will happen to your pretty
little cunt and asshole when we lower you onto that thing? If
you move even a little bit, they'll get cut to pieces. In fact,
even if you don't move they'll get chewed up pretty badly.
Still, the less you squirm the better off you'll be.
Understand?"
Liz nodded despite her pain. What did they want, these masked
fiends?
As they lowered her slowly onto the crescent, her legs were
forced to bend. She felt the upper edge of the blade bite into
her tender female cleft.She felt each saw tooth as they jabbed
into her softness.
"Noooo," she wailed when they finally removed the hooks and
chains from the ends of the bar. "You can't do this to me.11
"We sure as hell can," snickered Red good naturedly.
She felt what it wa like to have her entire weight press down on
that fiendish blade, driving her poor slit against it. She felt
several of the teeth rip into her rectal region. And then, when
she thought it couldn't get any worse, she saw them preparing
the water and the hose.
Seconds later, they had the fat nozzle in her mouth, stretching
wide her jaws. As Black turned the spigot on the water pump, it
came noisily to life and the hose jerked as water coursed
through it. Lizls eyes went wide. She knew what was going to
happen to her and then, before she could think further, it was
happening. Water was gushing out of the nozzle, down her
gullet, and into her stomach. Inexorably, her middle swelled,
until she resembled a woman nine months pregnant. Only then,
when her swollen belly was resting heavily on the blade, did
they shut off the water, pull out the hose and replace the
nozzle with an unremovable gag.
"Bring another," ordered White. "The one named Myra."
Myra couldn't have been more than seventeen, though her figure
was fully ripe and her breasts were entrancingly large. She was
taken at once to a standing frame. Her arms were bound to its
upper crossbar. From rings on the underside of the crossbar,
ropes were tied to her ankles, which held up her legs in a bent
position and showed off her furred slit shamelessly.
Another set of skewers were produced and her breasts were
mistreated as the first girl's had been. Myra wailed piteously
as her perfect flesh was stabbed through again and again. She
gazed down in horror at what they had done to her twin prides.
Her hands moved around distractedly, so White ordered a hammer
and two spikes brought out. Myra saw their plan.
"Don't," she blurted. "I'll keep my hands still, honestly I
will. Don't nail them to the bar."
With a satisfied chuckle, Red set his spike over the center of
the back of one of her hands, holding it firmly so that she
couldn't escape. Black did the same on the other side. At
White's signal, they both started hammering. Myra couldn't
believe the pain she was feeling. The spikes smashed through
flesh and bone and entered wood, becoming so deeply buried that
there was no hope of her pulling them out, even if she could
have stood the pain the effort would have required.
Her head rolled in agony. The men crowded around to sample her
charms. Rude hands explored her body crudely.
"This is a tight cunt," Red said approvingly.
"Then let's stretch it," suggested Black.
White agreed. From behind his throne he brought a great,
studded phallus that fit through the lowest crossbar of the
inverted "Y" frame to which suffering Myra was bound and spiked.
When the huge dildo was elevated,, its obscene tip rubbed
hungrily against the weeping girl's virgin cunt. They parted
her lips as White continued to raise the rammer. Its fat head
was stuffed into her, the studded length followed. Those studs
were sharp, and gouged flesh as they passed. Myra screeched
desperately as inch after inch vanished up her bleeding cunt.
"You're killing me! You're ripping out my pussy. Stop it!
Please! Stop!"
"Are you kidding? We've got another foot or more to go. Don't
worry, little Myra. The female cunt is designed to accept
whatever is shoved into it."
The others echoed his thought merrily as the elephantine dildo
continued remorselessly to invade the girl, ripping and
shredding as it went. Crimson spread in a puddle beneath her.
When the horrible thing was fully into her, they locked it in
place, wanting to be sure that not even a fraction of an inch
slipped back out. Myra moaned and writhed as her terminal rape
went on without letup. Then, as she was about to pass out, they
revealed that there was one more thing that it could do. It
could turn around. Around and around, until every scrap of pink
was scraped from the inside of her tender ' sensitive cunt. it
would take time, of course, but that was something they had
plenty of, and the longer she screamed, the happier it would
make them.
Who next?
From the cells they brought Chrissy, a sultry blonde with
perfectly rounded tits. That beautiful chest would be her
undoing. To the Lords of Pain it was an invitation to excess.
"I'll do anything you want," Chrissy offered. "What do you want
me to do? Do you want me to, to... you know, to have sex with
you? Is that it? Do you want me to do something... different?"
The men laughed. "We want you to suffer. We want to hear you
scream from unbearable pain. We want to see you squirm and
sweat with agony that tears your mind apart. And if we want
sex... or something different, we'll take it."
There was a wooden cross set up in one corner of the room.
Chrissy was led to it, still begging and shaking her pretty
head. Her full tits rode up and down with her every step. Big
as they were, they still had the attractive firmness of youth.
Her arms were forced over the top bar of the cross. Bent back,
her legs were manacled together and to her arms, until her
tangled limbs held her aloft. There was no chance of her
getting free now.
As she strained to relieve the pressure on her arms and legs,
Red brought out the knives. They were attached to a length of
velvet which he unrolled ceremoniously on a low bench. As
Chrissy stared in dread-filled anticipation, the first knife was
freed and held up for inspection. With great pomp, Black tilted
the blade to catch the light. It glinted coldly in his hand.
"I wish her screams to be... altered," said White.
He needed to explain no further. Grinning behind his hood,
Black set the end of the blade against Chrissy's cheek. Red
grabbed a double handful of her blonde tresses and held tight,
knowing that what was to come would send her into thrashing
fits. Black pushed, slicing through her flawless cheek. The
blade was so sharp that, for a moment, Chrissy felt only the
sensation of heat. Then the pain arrived, spreading redly
through her brain and burning away all her thoughts except those
centering on her awful fate.
She tried to scream, and as she made the effort, he slid the
knife through her mouth, pressing the end against her other as
yet unharmed cheek. The skin was stretched out as her gurgling
screams drew more desperate. Then the skin gave way, and the
blade cut through her other cheek. Now Chrissy's screams were
gagged, so that the best she could do was make a strangled sound.
She made plenty of those sounds as the second blade was brought
close to her flesh, to her breast. With Red cupping the mound
of softness between his hands, Black carefully started the knife
in. As she tried to scream, the metal went deeper and deeper
into her tit, until it came out in her cleavage. It was a
fascinating sight, to see that beautiful breast passed through
by the well-honed blade. Chrissy wasn't enjoying the sight,
however ' being too busy shaking and mewling and trying to
breath through her pain.
Another knife followed, this time through the right breast, from
top to bottom. Her suffering was exquisite. Not too much blood
was spilled, the blades were so razor sharp. In the early days
of this practice, they had used whatever blades were at hand,
often losing the victim too soon from the loss of blood. After
that, they experimented. Smaller blades solved the problem in
part, but they didn't do as much damage, which was annoying.
Then someone thought of the idea of using the super-sharp
blades. Their success was immediate. In fact, it had led to
many other variations of the torture.
As Chrissy shuddered and made pitiful sounds, more blades were
sent cruelly through her large breasts. When one barely missed
coming out through a nipple, someone made the suggestion that
they have a contest to see who could send one dead center
through that circle of pink, starting from the spot where her
tit met her underarm. As fogged as her mind was by pain,
Chrissy could still understand what they were saying. She shook
her head wildly, which ignited fresh pain in her cheeks.
"Maybe I should carve up her pussy?" said Red. "I wonder how
she'd feel if I expanded it from a size three to a size
thirteen? What do you think?"
"I don't know," said Black. "I was thinking more of doing it to
her asshole. There's a lot more room up there if we, let's say,
wanted to pour in hot coals or something."
White nodded. "Those are both good ideas, but this one has to
last a little longer than that would permit. I like the way her
eyes stare at us, with hope still in them. I mean, how often do
we get one who comes this far and still actually thinks she has
a chance of coming out of this alive?"
"Really," said Red. "We can use those other ideas later."
As Chrissy hung there helplessly, they conferred as to what to
do with the last remaining knife. Black was still hot on the
asshole idea. Red suggested using it to stab through both legs,
so they could see if it kept her from drawing them apart.
"You know," he told the others, "it might be a whole new way to
keep young girls from screwing around when nobody's there to
watch them."
Everybody laughed. They decided that Chrissy's belly would get
the last knife. It was held with its tip against the side of
her tummy, where the meat was particularly soft and sensitive.
Black gave it a short but firm shove, burying the end of the
blade in her body. Fresh sounds of suffering came from the
blade jammed through Chrissy's cheeks. Too, blood spilled over
her bottom lip.
"Let's go," said Red anxiously. "Put it straight through her.
I can't wait."
Black didn't have to be told twice. He put his weight behind
the blade, driving it slowly through her. It plowed through her
guts, causing even more pain than any of the previous stabbings.
The exit site was on the opposite side, further back and lower
down. It was opened with more blood than any of the others had
produced.
"Nice work," said White. "Any bets how long she'll hang on?
They made their wagers, then pondered who next should feel their
brutality.
"I saw a great looking brunette who looks perfect for what I
have in mind, 11 said White. "Do you know the one I mean?"
Red thought for a second. "Tall? Long legs? Fantastic chest?"
"Exactly. Bring her in. We haven't spiked one of our girls for
a long time."
"Too long a time," Red agreed, his words dripping with lust.
The brunette was named Monique. She was led in and made to
stand flush against a splintery pole that reached from floor to
ceiling. Before she could resist, they held her in place and
produced two spikes. With these, her hands were nailed to the
post, the right one higher and further around so that it
appeared that she was fondling an immense cock. The effect was
interesting. They gave her a double dozen stokes across her
sexy broad ass with a wire whip before proceeding.
Two leather bands were fitted around her huge breasts. At first
the bands were not too tight and only caused mild discomfort,
which she barely noticed, being so preoccupied with the state of
her hands. Then they began to tighten them. The pressure grew
each time the bands were drawn another notch tighter. Monique
groaned continuously as her breasts were cut into ever more
deeply, the bands finally all but vanishing into the plush
hillocks of flesh.
Before she could lose any of her sensitivity, they brought out
the pins. Three of them were jabbed through each nipple, at
different angles, until the points of her tits were seared with
pain. They left her like that for a while, so that the full
effect of the piercing and binding could be appreciated.
After she had suffered fully that way, they brought out the
spikes.
"What... what are you going to do with them?" she asked
tremulously.
"Look around you, stupid bitch," said Red. "Look at what we've
done to the others unlucky enough to fall into our grasp."
Monique looked, sickened by the sights she saw. She screwed
shut her eyes and choked out a plea for mercy.
"Here's your mercy," Black told her, setting the point of a
spike against the side of one full, swollen breast. He hefted a
heavy mallet and slammed it against the end of the spike.
Monique gasped. The spike buried itself into her tit, its point
entering the wood as it met the stake. Black hammered again,
and then once more, making sure the metal was sunk well into the
wood.
The wire whip came out again, this time to be used on the
already pinned ends of the girl's tits. The lashes caught in
the pins, tearing them loose and eventually reducing the ends of
the brunette's breasts to shredded mush. Blood soaked the pole.
They didn't stop then, or even when there was little skin left
on her breasts. They went on until what had been Monique's
proud modells bosom was nothing but a couple of twisted pieces
of raw meat.
That left two girls more to be used before the session was
concluded.
The men removed their robes and hoods, revealing themselves to
be naked beneath. They were young and obviously kept themselves
in good trim. And the robes were hardly necessary now to
intimidate their victims. The sight of the dead and dying all
around the room was more than enough to do that.
Their next to last victim was Dory. She was a cute redhead.
Laying her on her stomach on a plank, they passed her tits
through two holes placed there for that purpose. She was tied
to the plank so that they could raise it and have full access to
her chest. A rod not much thicker than wire was jammed into the
side of one tit and shoved and twisted until it came out the far
side. It went into the other one and was similarly passed
through that one also. Then, to her surprise, it was pulled
out, which was almost as painful as having it put in.
A moment later she discovered the horrible logic of what they
were doing. The rod was replaced with one of slightly larger
diameter. This too was sent all the way through both tits,
widening the path of its predecessor with as much pain as
possible. A third rod followed, and another and another. Dory
fainted several times during the passage of the sixth rod, but
touching it briefly with an electric cattle prod brought her out
of it instantly. After the sixth rod was yanked out they were
ready for the final invasion of her breast flesh. This was done
with a thick, splintery stake. It was worse than all the rods
combined.
They untied Dory from the plank so that all that held her to it
were her breasts. When the plank was set on two overhead beams,
she was forced to bend backward and balance on tiptoes, most of
her weight supported by her tits alone.
After leaving her like that for half an hour, they lowered the
plank. It was split down the middle, and they separated the
halves by loosening the clasps that held them together. Dory
dropped to the floor.
"Your not done, little girl," White laughed, most of his formal
tone gone.
He nodded, and Red and Black lifted her, their hands supporting
her legs. They positioned the girl over a fat, pointed stake
while White supported her from behind. Her hands were cuffed
above to make her even more helpless. Then they dropped her,
right onto the stake.
The wood slid up the channel of her cunt, tearing flesh as it
went. The point didn't stop until it was buried into her
vitals. Dory choked on the pain, tried to lift herself, but
only fell back harder. The men stood back to enjoy her
struggles.
Dory continued to sink onto the fatal shaft until it had
penetrated her intestines, puncturing and becoming hopelessly
entangled among them. Even a surgeon couldn't have gotten her
off that stake alive. Besides, the pain she had already
undergone was nearly enough to kill her by itself. She could be
dead within the hour.
The final torture they decided to use was the hoist. Black and
Red prepare the girl named Essie, a tall, full-figured blonde.
Her tits were skewered with a rod from side to side. White
stepped up behind her and then they manacled her hands behind
his back. As they pushed her backwards, off her feet, he
supported her. The hoist consisted of two chains descending
from a common point. On the end of each was a hook. One hook
went under the bar at a point between her tits. The other was
dug into her cunt. When the chains were raised, Essie was
hoisted aloft, almost all of her weight supported by the hooks.
White held her, savoring the pain and terror in her eyes as she
stared up at him. After a long time, he ducked under the circle
of her arms so that even his partial support was denied her.
Essie's entire weight was hanging from the hooks.
She did a slow dance of agony for the next two hours, as the rod
stretched open the wound in the center of her tits and the hook
gouged out her cunt. Blood collected in puddles on the floor
beneath her. The men drank wine and watched her and the other
remaining live ones. Those that were going too slowly they
helped along with the wire whips and other implements of pain.
When at last all of the girls had been dispatched, the trio of
torturelords retired to their private playroom. There, waiting
for them, bound and otherwise prepared, were a trio of victims;
those ones not yet due for torture and death, but for now
sentenced to be the playthings of these men without morals, for
as long as they chose, in any manner they wished. The
girls had been given dire hints about what they could expect.
"I see that our dates waited for us," said Red.
"I'm glad they didn't leave," said Black, noting how well they
had been tied.
"And I do hope they enjoyed having the sounds from the torture
chamber piped in here. I imagine it was very entertaining." The
girls stared at them with eyes of horror.
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