____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Caught 5/7 (M+/F, v, nc) by Anonymous (c) 1991 *** "I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING THAT YOU WANTED TO KNOW!!!!" screamed Barbara at the top of her lungs. She fought to get out of the chair but only succeeded in embedding the hooks deeper into her breasts. They were so deep now that she could see them threatening to poke their way out the front of her tits. Leslie had finally broken Barbara when she had applied the vise grip pliers to Allison's clit. The banshee-like wail that still seemed to echo off the walls had forced Barbara's hand. As she had told the information that would surely mean the death of others who were her friends, she watched Allison writhe in the pain of three vise grip pliers. It had taken an hour or so, and when Barbara was slow in revealing information, the vise grips were twisted, pulled, and pushed, causing more screams. "JUST LET HER GO!!!!" cried the seated spy as the pliers were removed from Allison's tormented body. Her tits were an ugly purple, small trails of blood down into her cleavage. A small smear of blood was around her cunt and now only moans could be heard from her lips. Leslie removed the last pair of pliers and walked over to Barbara. "Oh, but I AM going to give her a chance to go free. The choice is hers. In a few moments, you will see something that I am quite proud of." She sat down on the floor and looked up at Barbara. With disgust and loathing, Barbara looked down at Leslie, across her taut tits. She so wanted to take Leslie and kill her. If she could get her hands free she would risk damaging her tits beyond repair to just get at the sadistic woman. "I am sure that the thought of what will become of you has crossed your mind, hasn't it?" said Leslie with a maternal tone of voice. "Well, just to give you some idea, I could of course let you go, but then you would no doubt report back to your people." Leslie pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. She was sitting like a girl at a pajama party who was talking about boys! "With your looks and beauty, I could make you a company whore. I'm sure that your aggressiveness would make a nice addition. And then again, we are always conducting experiments in the effectiveness of torture and how long we can do things to the human body until death is inevitable." On the bed, Allison's breathing was slowly returning to normal. The tears had dried and her crying had stopped. Barbara feared that all too soon it would begin again, no matter what Leslie said about letting anyone go. Maybe if she could stall the torturer a little longer, Allison would be able to recover more strength, and as such, be better prepared to face what might be in store. "You are a twisted bitch," spat Barbara. "Oh, on the contrary. I have been called brilliant by some of the greatest brains in the world of counterintelligence. I have invented or helped perfect many of the items used in this building today." Leslie stood and walked into the shadows behind Barbara. The sound of a cart on wheels moved up behind and then into the light. "This is what I am going to subject your friend to," said the interrogator. She held up what appeared to be a heavy gauge needle for Barbara to see. "This, believe it or not, is a very effective restraint." Now Barbara could see that it was more like a double needle where one needle was slid into the other. On the end was an eyelet. It was hard to pick up any other details except what looked like grooves running down the length of it. Leslie turned and walked over to the bed. She sat down on the far side so Barbara could watch the procedure. Taking Allison's left breast, she pinched the already punished nipple to make it stand up better. Allison's eyes opened as she became aware of what was about to happen. "Please, no, oh God, please, NO!!" she shouted and started to buck as best she could. Leslie quickly climbed onto the bed astride Allison. With a quick backhand, Allison quieted down enough for Leslie to grab her tit and push the needle against it. A quick jab was met with a slight whimper from Allison. "You see," began Leslie again, "those things that looked like grooves are actually little barbs which lay down until I give the eyelet a twist, at which point they begin to spread out like an umbrella's stays. The more it is pulled on, the deeper it seats. They are extremely difficult and usually quite painful to remove without surgery, but it can be done." A mournful moan was emitted from Allison's lips as Barbara watched Leslie twist the eyelet. A quick yank on it caused Allison to snap back into a shout of pain. Leslie quickly took a second "needle" and rammed it into Allison's other tortured breast. "We have had a couple of women that got loose from these restraints, but it both cases," Leslie stated as she twisted the second one, "they ripped their nipples off. It wasn't very pretty. But then, you'll be able to observe that first hand depending on how badly your friend here wants to get loose!" Stepping back to no doubt admire her handiwork, Leslie gazed upon Allison as she spoke to Barbara one more time. "We also have models that fit up the vagina, anus, and one for men that we slip up their dicks. That can be especially fun to watch. Perhaps we can arrange an entire show for you!" A door behind Barbara opened and tow men strode in. They were dressed in jumpsuits with hoods. They removed the shackles that held Allison to the bed. Her body was almost like dead weight as they helped her to her feet. Now Barbara could see clearly the red eyes, the mangled nipples and protruding clitoris. Allison tried to walk and be strong, but her knees were shaking badly. Her eyes lifted from their gaze at the floor as they pulled her across the room and looked into Barbara's. Allison took a deep breath and painfully whispered, "Please don't let them hurt me any more... Please!" And then she was dragged across the room. Leslie approached Barbara and carefully released the tethers that had stretched her tits against the hooks. Returning to normal, the breast tissue was once again given a new pain, that off the hooks being in a different position. Two more men, or maybe they were the same men as had taken Allison away, came and undid Barbara's wrist and ankle restraints. With a firm grip she was led to another room. Once again she was placed in a chair and lashed firmly into place. At least this time her tits were not cruelly pulled. And then she saw what was in front of her. Allison was sitting on the floor of a glass case. Her legs were splayed out to either side. She was bent over slightly and Barbara could see that there were two lengths of chain that connected her nipple anchors to the floor of the chamber. There was just enough slack that Allison could partially erect herself. "The object of this is very simple," began Leslie as she approached to case. She reached up and took a hose from above and placed it into a holder on the side of the case. "The tank will fill with water. If you are able to get out, your life will be spared. If not, well, I am sure that you understand the consequences." She had said it in a voice which was loud enough for Allison to hear. "You sadistic bitch!!" cried Barbara. Tears made a renewed journey down here cheeks. "Take me instead!!! Just let her be!!" "Such a noble gesture," said Leslie. "Sometimes what we do is to connect on inside the tank with one outside. It creates quite an interesting sight to see the one inside who wants to live pull the titties off the one outside!" She smiled and turned on the water. Allison had been rather subdued until the first drops of water splashed into the case where she was reigned. Barbara could see the goosebumps pop out on her skin. The water must be cold she thought. The lady in the glass tank, the formerly somewhat subdued Allison moved around and got up on her knees. She move around looking at the sides of the tank, from bottom to top. The top was at least six inches above the furthest that she could raise her head. The water was over her leg as she reached down and grabbed one of the chains. Barbara knew that it was a futile hope that she would be able to pull the chains loose from the floor, but Allison tried anyway. Barbara was weeping openly now as she watched the water approach mid calf. She muttered and cursed the wicked lady that was causing her beautiful co-worker this pain and anguish. She swore about her company and her bosses, and she also damned herself for not talking before Allison had to meet this fate. The water was approaching Allison's waist. Herr eyes held a look of pure, unadulterated panic. She was not quite as well trained as Barbara and was beginning to loose her touch with reality. Grabbing the one chain, she pulled against her tit. "OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She wailed as the water was approaching the impaled orbs. Blood began to weep from the nipples as Allison pulled harder. It met with the water and diffused, swirling to create patterns before diluting. With short, firm jerks, Allison tried a new tactic of pulling the tethers free. The water was approaching her neck now, and Barbara could see that it was almost over with. In the tank, Allison became a wild woman, and the water boiled in response. She violently thrashed about, causing more blood to enter the water. It was becoming so cloudy in the water that Allison's actions could hardly be seen. Barbara watched with morbid fascination. A spurt of blood fed into the water and Barbara saw one of the chains fall to the bottom of the tank, a chunk of flesh grappled at the end. Barbara closed her eyes against the thought as the water now threatened to engulf poor Allison's head. The water was now opaque. The back of Allison's head could be seen above the water, but with her face now covered by the bloody mixture, the only sounds were those of water sloshing against the side of the tank. There was a flurry of activity which quickly drew to an end. And then there was silence. Barbara was aware of her own weeping. She could not see when she opened her eyes, such was the volume of the tears. Her chest was wet with the salty river that had flowed for her friend. The water was draining out of the tank ten minutes later when Barbara's vision was slowly returning to normal. As the level lowered, she could not help but look into the tank. Allison's face was a death mask of pain and fear. Her open eyes pleading for help or mercy or both. She lay on her side, her right breast was mangled where the chain was still attached. Her left nipple was gone, replaced by a 1-1/2" hole where the flesh had been removed. Leslie walked up to Barbara as two men climbed into the tank and began to remove the lifeless body. "Now, just you wait until you see what I have in store for you!!!!" --