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 Part 6

   But what really brought her back to reality was when Babe clamped a pair
of vise grips onto her very hard and swollen clit the likes of which was
almost bursting with erectness .

   Babe was even amazed when the pair of vise grips she clamped to Diane's
clitoris held firm and did not sag at all.

   The pain again at first was unbearable settling down to a numb throbbing
after enduring so much pain and pleasure her body was having a hard time
distinguishing between the too.  She finally just passed into semi
consciousness and was just hanging there by her wrists.



   She barely heard Babe say, okay girls only one more thing to do before
we turn her over to the boys.  The girls had taken her green tight fitting
dress and cut it down to resemble a topless corset and now with no hem line
at all, zipped it back on Diane.  This allowed her breasts, bottom and
pussy to be fully exposed, also making her breasts and plump round ass seem
to be much larger than they actually were.  She thought again in almost a
detached way, I hope they are not going to ruin my pretty green dress,
knowing full well that they already had.

   She felt her hands being released from the fire escape and the clicking
noise of it retracting, her arms were sore as they came down though they
now felt much better, even though they were unceremoniously locked behind
her back.  She felt the hood being removed and the leash being hooked to
her dog collar, just as she was about to be lead away, Babe said hold it
,Ive got a better idea as she released the leash from the collar and re
attached it to the vise grip that was now clamped to Diane's clit.  She
then gave it a painful jerk, as Diane let out a very loud but muffled yelp.

   Diane did not dare, offer any resistance as she was lead away by this
most sensitive part of her female anatomy, along with all the other little
vise grips hanging, dangling and clanking to and fro as she was marched
along into the back of the Bar.  The other girls were following along
giggling, swatting her bottom and generally making comments as to what was
going to happen to her especially when Physco got a hold of her.

   As she was lead past the Kegs and cases of beer, into a more secluded
area in the back of the building, it being the place where pool tables,
shuffle board, Darts, and other games were played.

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   This area was partitioned off from the rest of the bar.  She began to
hear loud male voices stop talking and the room become very quiet, as the
men noticed this very shapely and attractive half naked red head, that was
bound, gagged, and with what looked like, many small vise grips clamped all
over her exposed body.

   Babe again jerked her to a painful stop, hollering out at the same time
hey boys help me get her ready for center stage.  Most of the men were now
crowed around Diane, expertly groping her and playing with the vise grips
at her expense, when Babe commanded them to remove the vise grips that were
clamped on her breasts bottom and cunt lips and as they were removed Babe
and the other girls expertly started placing them back onto their chains
and belts.

   As the grips came off one at a time the flesh responded at first, by
excruciating pain quickly followed by a warm pleasurable and relaxed erotic
feeling, this at first brought more tears to her eyes, as the blood rushed
in to fill these areas that were formerly starved by the clamps, giving her
a tingling pin pricked sensual feeling.  The welts and spots where the
clamps had been removed, first became bright red and gradually turned to a
darker pink color after several minutes had passed this was especially true
of her nipples and clitoris.

   Her inner thighs, bottom, breasts ,cunt lips began to look like some
very mean and unusually sinister small animal had taken perfectly spaced
bites on her most private of parts, and was very delighted to do so.



   She was now ready for her grand entry and Babe reconnected the leash to
her dog collar.  The larger part of the bar she had been lead into was
called the Iron Chopper, the club had the same name, and was the gathering
place for a most unusual motor cycle gang, she could hear motor cycles
arriving and more men and women as she was lead in.

   The Iron Chopper was a bar like no other.  It was more of a private
club, the public was allowed, but only on certain nights, it was also an
area that most of the public did not frequent.  The only reason a couple or
single woman would venture there was if the woman was purposely looking to
be forcefully gang raped.  The rest of the time it was for members only.

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   It was owned by a man named Bronson, he had been chosen as president of
the Choppers and made this place available to all members who shared his
passion for naked bound women.  He was tall and quite handsome, and at age
54 was in extremely good shape looking much younger than his years, he was
soft spoken, well liked and quite the ladies man, he never seemed to have a
regular girl.  All the young women and even the older ones wanted to be
around him, weather they were attached or not.

   He always seemed to know just what to say and how to say it, and when
talking to any of them, made them feel as if they, were the only one, and
that they were very special.  He had a reputation and sinister dark side of
being able to bring women to incredible sexual release and orgasm, the few
woman that enjoyed his company could not remember a thing about their being
together, and when asked about what had happened in detail, their eyes
would glaze over and they would start mumbling incoherently while acting as
if the were having some kind of pleasurable sexual experience.

   This sort of thing had happened on a number of occasions which made
their interest in him even more compelling.

   He had served in Vietnam, and it was rumored that he had received a
number of very distinguished medals, he had been attached to a branch of
the military controlled by the C.I.A and because he spoke several dialects
of their language, this had been the reason he was recruited.  At first he
was reluctant to get involved but because of the deaths of so many of his
fellow service men he finally accepted and became part of this interesting
and unusual program.

   This unit specialized in gaining information from the Viet Cong
prisoners and specialized in interrogating young Viet Cong women.  His job
required him to get this information by any means, for him though he chose
to do this in a most unusual way, as opposed to how his fellow
interrogators, who went about there job, showing no remorse in such matters
or how hurtful or permanent the abuse was inflected.

   They, proceeded to use traditional methods of intimidation and excepted
torture.  Bronson on the other hand chose a much different, and quite
unorthodox path which, in the long run had resulted in them receiving much
more useful information.

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   This method was a form of female orgasmic torture, and although many of
his fellow soldiers had lost their lives due to these women, most of which
had been recruited from there families as very young girls, and by force.

   He could not bring himself to mutilate there beautiful young bodies, he
would only accept them after they had been taken prisoner, if they were
bound blindfolded and nude.  He dearly loved to take them, in this
condition to his interrogation room where he would tie their hands over
their heads leaving them there helpless and with them wondering and
expecting the worst.

   Sometimes depending on the girl involved he would leave her in this
position for some time, after which commenting to her in perfect Vietnamese
what terrible sexual indignities would then be forced on her, some of these
girls had never imagined such things even though they had endured the
horrors of war, they had grown up in small remote villages working in the
family rice paddies along side there parents who's only interest in sex
seemed to be in having more children, and did not know how sexually
repressed they really were.  They, in terrible fear of what they thought
was going to happen would tell Bronson who was interrogating them almost
anything he wanted to know.  But most required the use of his specialized
equipment these items were all available in his interrogation room.

   He had equipped it with all sorts of sexual gadgets and machines.  Many
of them he had designed and built himself, these toys and special effects
units were designed to insure that multiple female orgasms would occur.

   He would have these women bound and placed in or on one of these
machines and insert in them, a special egg type of device that would help
ensure that stimulation would be the case.

   These machines had all sorts of wired clamps that could be attached to
their nipples and gentiles.  These were connected to the various machines,
along with with recordings he had made of not only other young women
emitting screaming sounds of orgasmic pleasure.  It also contained threats
of other dreadful sexual indignities such as having there nipples or clit
horribly mutilated or enormous male members penetrate them as well as other
things he intended on doing to them, head sets were then placed on these
women so that along with the physical abuse they would receive the verbal
as well.



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   These clamps were connected to an electrically generated pulsing system
that could stimulate their sexual nerve organs to extream levels of
pleasure.  At the very peak of their stimulation it would then be shut off
leaving them almost begging for more, at this point he would inject into
their pubic mound a specialized formulated drug he had helped to develope,
this drug would add immense pleasure to their already overpowering desire
for sexual intercourse, he could if he chose to do so, continue this type
of abuse to a point where it actually became torture.  If ever there was a
machine that could make a woman into a raving nymphomaniac he had certainly
hit on the correct engineering design formula.  After he was done with
these women he could easily turn them loose as they could not remember a
thing that had happened to them and were no longer of any use to the enemy.

   It was also rumored that after the Vietnam war was over Bronson had some
how acquired most of these machines through military surplus sales and had
stashed them in one of the old warehouses in the area .  With the
government not knowing or caring what the commercial value these items
could perhaps generate, they were offered and sold.  Being typical
government bean counters they had no concern what so ever, as to there true
value.

   This also lent some credence as to why so many of the women who had been
found nude bound and gaged could not remember a thing, and that in someway
he had been involved, but again it was only a rumor.



   The members of the Iron Chopper motor cycle club were also a rather
interesting bunch they were mostly made up of biker wantabe's the
difference being that they were professionals who could afford the
expensive motorcycles and who were also interested in female bondage there
wifes and girl friends also shared this interest and longing for the same
type of thing as did Diane.

   There were about 35 to 40 people in the Iron Chopper and more arriving
all the time, parking there bikes in front of the bar.  Over half were
couples most of the women were dressed in rather revealing leather outfits
that allowed them to easily be placed inbound submission, the rest of the
group were single males of which a number were real bikers this helped to
keep the clubs reputation on Parr with the others.

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