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This is chapter three in the story of the attempt by one
spy agency to get information from an unfortunate female spy.
Comments, etc, are requested. Please upload them in the
following format "CTCYYXXX.ZIP" where YY is the chapter
number and XXX is the comment number.
Hopefully, chapter four will be out within the next
month (Sep 91). And thanks to everyone that has commented and
sent suggestions so far.
CAUGHT
Chapter Three
In her state of unconsciousness, Barbara dreamed that she
was on a peaceful, tropical island with a warm breeze blowing
across her. The sun was high in the sky, it's rays filtered
through a the palm fronds that swayed overhead. She took a
sip of her punch that was contained in a hollowed-out
pineapple. It was all so cliche, so touristy, so...
The ammonia capsule that had been broken under her nose had
the desired effect. Barbara's eyes fluttered open quickly,
and her eyes rapidly tried to adjust to the light, which was
very bright. From the way that she felt, she deduced that her
captors must have given cleaned her up while she was out, as
her hair was still damp, and the rest of her body, still
completely nude, felt as if it had been cleaned.
As she became more aware of her surroundings, Barbara felt
the bonds that restrained her. She was firmly attached to a
heavy metal chair. The chair had provisions for her feet to
be attached to the back legs, and her arms restrained to the
back of the chair, making her breasts stand out. There was a
slight mound in the back of the chair which augmented her
figure by making her arch her back slightly.
The strangest thing about the chair was the fact that it
had a hole in the seat. At first that was all that she
noticed but as she became more aware, she realized that the
rings that had been placed in her tortured pussy lips after
the 'piercing' were still in place.
Barbara turned her head and saw the sadistic smile from
under the hood of the man that had given her so much pain
thus far.
"They have trained you well at the agency," he said as he
stepped around her and began to fondle her left nipple. As it
began to become arouse, something which she tried to will
from happening, it became more and more erect. "It is not
often that one comes along like you who can seemingly pass
out at will." His other hand came forward and attached two
alligator clips to the left nipple. While they were not as
tight as the ones that she had worn earlier, the sensitive
nature of the skin from the abuse cause her to flinch. It was
then that she also noticed that both clips had electrical
wires leading from them.
He walked around to her other side and started to play with
her right nipple. "I am looking forward to seeing if Allison
is as well trained as you are!"
As the jaws of the second set of wire connected alligator
clips closed onto the flesh of her right nipple, her mind
went into overdrive. "Surely they couldn't have Allison," she
thought to herself. Allison had started to work at about the
same time that Barbara had, and was about the same age.
Barbara closed her eyes, thinking about the other girl. They
had been almost like sisters. It just couldn't be happening.
The man could see the questioning look in Barbara's eyes.
"Yes, we have Allison. As we speak she is being brought here
from where we intercepted her. In a few hours, I am sure that
you will be able to see that I am telling the truth. Until
then, well, let's just say that I have something very
interesting planned for you."
He went over to the drawer and pulled out a long, metallic
dildo which also had an electrical cord running from it. As
he approached Barbara he took a packet of surgical lubricant,
which after he ripped it open, he smeared onto the dildo.
He crouched next to the chair and maneuvered the dildo
until it was positioned for easy entry into Barbara's gaping
pussy.
With ease the dildo began the journey into the captive's
twat. In the chair, Barbara's cunt yielded without resistance
to the first eight inches. When the dildo slowed, three
inches still remained.
The man then pulled on the rings which were threaded
through Barbara's labia lips and attached four clips which
were around the perimeter of the dildo. Now, the desire of
Barbara's pussy lips to return to their original extension
was pulling the dildo deeper into her orifice.
"This technique is one of my favorites," said the captor as
he connected the wires from the clips on her nipples and the
leads from the dildo to a central box on the floor. He now
took a harness made of leather and fitted it on Barbara's
face so that one portion was under her nose, across her upper
lip, and the other was resting on her forehead. Quickly he
buckled the harness behind her head.
The harness, in addition to having the two straps that fit
across her face, had two straps that hung down. One was
attached to the chair so as to allow about two inches slack.
As Barbara's head was tilted back she looked up and saw a
group of nozzles hanging above her head.
"Of course, I am partial to something of my own design,"
said that man, malice in his voice, as he attached the other
strap that hung behind her head to a spring contraption which
was attached to the chair, and the box on the floor.
"This has many uses. Sometimes the tank is filled with acid
and I drip it onto various body parts. Sometimes it has a
poison in it, sometimes nothing more than hot water. The
choices are endless."
With almost lightening like moves, the man quickly had
twisted the clip attached to her right nipple. As Barbara
opened her mouth to scream, a gauze covered forcep-like
object had grabbed her tongue and clamped down hard. Her
tongue was pulled out of her mouth and another clamp was
attached. There was little pain, but Barbara knew that this
was not the end of it.
"Now," he said, as he attached the tongue clamps to another
spring contraption which he fixed to the arms of the chair
and then plugged into the box, "if you want to know, I will
tell you that your head and your tongue are both connected
through a type of resistor to this junction box. If you put a
strain, the box takes the amount of strain which is measured
in the springs, converts it to an electrical output, and
viola!" He reached under the table and she heard a switch
being energized. Immediately she felt a shock violate her
nipples. It was not a heavy shock, but it got her attention.
With that she jerked her tongue back and immediately felt the
dildo in her pussy begin to warm, or was it her imagination?
"The shocks will get heavier, and the dildo will warm more
with each incident of tension. You have the ability to avoid
the pain. Just remain motionless." He stood over her and
looked her in the eyes. "Of course, if you want to tell me
what we want to know, I can spare you all this discomfort."
She wanted to spit in his face, but her present restraints
made that choice impossible.
"Do you understand the whole idea?" he asked. He took her
head and nodded it down once and then back up. As the jolt of
electricity hit her tits, the dildo temperature crept up a
few more degrees. She held her head still. "How long could
she do this?" she wondered to herself.
The man reached up and grabbed the nozzles and pulled them
down until they hovered over her mouth. "And, just in case
you need some motivation, I have provided a little." He
touched a button on the side of the nozzle housing and she
heard a small pump start to spin. "Enjoy."
A small drop of something appeared at the end of one of the
nozzles and grew in size. It looked red in color, but Barbara
had no idea of the purpose or composition of the drop until
it became too big to continue hanging on and fell onto her
outstretched tongue.
"Tabasco!" raced through her mind as she unthinkingly
jerked her head and tried to close her mouth.
An uncomfortable jolt hit one tit and then the other
followed by a noticeable increase in the temperature in the
"pussy probe".
Her eyes began to water as a drop began to form at another
nozzle. Barbara tried to spoil the aim by moving her head
slightly and only succeeded in giving her tits a shock and
getting the drop up her nose.
The burning in her nose as the hot sauce course along the
nasal passages was almost unbearable. From years of training
came the ability to will her head steady as yet another drop
formed and then fell toward her outstretched tongue.
This drop hit on the side of her tongue and left a trail of
liquid fire as it followed her tongue into her mouth and
dissipated in her mouth.
Barbara longed for a drink of water, anything, to kill the
intense heat that was continuing in her mouth and nose.
Another drop fell... Barbara gagged and felt the intruder
in her cunt warm again. She was now aware that it had slid
into her vagina to it's full depth and was reaching an almost
painful level of heat.
Three more drops fell, this time all together. They hit
Barbara's tongue with a fury. Barbara's mouth felt as if
someone had poured a molten metal into it.
Her will to steady her head melted as she shook against the
connections. Four quick shocks coursed through her breasts.
She was sure that they would explode if they got much more.
She also knew enough about medical theory to know that much
more and she would be risking serious consequences to her
heart, not that that bothered her captors.
What was worse was the dildo was now getting very hot. She
tried to squirm to get away but only succeeded in getting
another shock to her tits, and another rise in her nether
reaches.
She tried to scream, shout, or moan, but nothing came out.
He breasts ached like they were being attacked by bees, and
her pussy was in flames, of this she was sure.
More drops fell from the nozzle above her mouth, and more
shocks pierced through her nipples. Through a haze which was
starting to fog across her brain, Barbara felt, or saw, the
torturer turn off the nozzles. A whiff of burning flesh and
hair assaulted her nose as he turned off the box and released
her head.
Barbara knew she could not have taken much more, but what
he said frightened her more than anything she had ever heard.
"Leslie just got here with Allison."
his drama.
I have appreciated reading the comments that you readers have
proved so far and hope you are enjoying this as much as I am
writing it.
CAUGHT
Chapter Five
"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!!!!"
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Joining the legions of others who are submitting continuing
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This is the story of a female spy who has been captured by the
enemy and will be undergoing various forms of humilitation and
pain.
During the planned course she may encounter other prisioners.
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CAUGHT
ONE
As she slowly regained her senses, Barbara became aware of
her surroundings. She tried to move, but found that she was
secured to the rafters and the floor by stout nylon
restraints. Even with the years of weight training, she could
not gain even an inch of slack from her bonds. Her arms were
secured together above her head and her legs were pulled
apart, she looked like an upside down "Y". Somewhere along
the line, she had lost her shoes and stockings The floor was
cold under her bare feet.
Her mind raced back to the last point in time that she
could remember. She had known when she first starting working
as a agent for the "Company" that she might have her cover
"blown" at some point in time. And now she had been found out
and captured by the oldest trick in the book. She should have
been on guard in the bar and been alert to the fact that the
defecting agent that she was meeting might be trying to put
one over on the "Company". But a spiked drink? The thought
had never crossed her mind. She also regretted the fact that
she had not informed her superiors, and hence, she had no
backups.
From what she could see, there were three floodlamps that
bathed her in a white light, and beyond the glare she could
make out what appeared to be a sturdy looking, oversized
table and chair, as well as two large cabinets. She shook her
head to clear the cobwebs and the drug induced headache that
she was suffering from was reduced. He dark brown hair
swirled around her head as she did so, and then cascade
around her shoulders.
A door behind her opened but she could not see who was
entering. Footsteps approached and a voice called out, "I see
that you are finally awake. I am pleased to see that the
knock out drops have worn off. Now, we can begin..."
The man came into view. He was wearing a red jumpsuit that
fit well, allowing her to see that his 6'4" frame was well
toned. A red hood was pulled over his head, allowing her to
see only his eyes, no doubt so that she would never be able
to identify him, if she were released.
"We can do this easily, or the hard way, whichever you
prefer," he stated as he eyed her 5'7" frame. She had a
beautiful body, he could see. No wonder she was such a
successful agent, he thought as walked up to her. "So what
will it be?"
Barbara was silent as he circled her, surveying her figure.
She knew that she had received training for the possibility
of torture, but would it be enough?
"I guess that your lack of response means that I will have
to find out the hard way." He walked over to one of the
cabinets, and opened the door. She heard a drawer slide open
and shortly he reappeared in front of her with a pair of
scissors.
Without a word he began to snip the buttons off the front
of her blouse. She heard them bounce off the floor as he
pulled the lower part of the blouse from her slacks so as to
be able to reach the lower two buttons.
With all the buttons now removed, her pulled the fabric
apart to reveal her ample breasts restrained by the white
lace bra. The contrast between the bra and her nicely tanned
skin had always pleased her, as well as those that had been
lucky enough to see it.
The scissor returned to work on the short sleeves of the
blouse, and across the shoulders to the collar, allowing him
to remove the blouse when he was done. He cast the garment
onto the floor and examined his charge.
The man knelt at her feet and quickly cut the both legs of
her slacks up the waist. The scissors, she reasoned, must be
very sharp to cut through the material with such ease. As he
made the last snip, her slacks fell to the floor. He tossed
them over with her blouse and stepped back to once again gaze
on her form, now that she was revealing matching white lace
panties.
"I hope that you reconsider quickly," he stated, looking at
her near nakedness, "as it would be a shame to damage such a
fine form."
He approached her, and gently caressed the side of her
torso with the scissors. He brought it up to her shoulder and
snipped the strap of her bra with ease. Circling behind, and
slowly moving the shears across her back, he carefully
clipped the other bra strap. More goosebumps formed now that
the chill in the room was allowed unrestricted access to her
flesh.
With one last snip between her breasts, the bra released
it's captives and fell to the floor. She knew that her
nipples were erect from the temperature and no matter how
hard she willed them, they would not reduce their size.
"Of course, you realize," he said as he made a circle with
the tip of the scissors around her protruding right nipple,
"that the longer that you refuse to tell us what we want to
know, the less likelihood that you will walk out of here
alive." He repeated his actions around the left nipple. "It
will be most unpleasant, and very slow. I had one girl that
lasted six months. Granted she was almost a vegetable by the
time she died, but she did eventually give us something that
we could use."
He stepped behind her; she didn't need to look to know that
he was almost reverently clipping the sides of her panties.
First the left side and then the right side. They fell to the
floor where he used his foot to pull them away from the area.
Now she was totally naked, in hands of the enemy. A thin film
of sweat began to envelope her body as he stepped back in
front of her. She was scared.
"The boss said that at least for the first few hours, I was
to restrain myself in marking you. I think that he wants to
have a little fun with you later on," he stated as he left
her and went to one of the cabinets. "So, for better or
worse, you shall at least initially be spared from the whips.
But then again, the whips are mostly ineffective." He opened
the cabinet and rummaged inside for a few moments. "However,
I was told to apply some less conspicuous restraining
devices, makes you easier to control..." He approached her
and her eyes beheld four wicked looking clips on a tray. Two
had flat jaws, the other two had serrated teeth, but one
thing all four had in common, they appeared to have rather
strong springs.
"Feel free to scream," he said as he reached behind her
head and grab a bundle of bungee cords which slid forward on
a pulley above her. "This area is rather soundproof, and even
if it wasn't, there is no one around that will pay much
attention to you. In fact, if someone does enter and doesn't
hear a scream or two, they don't think I am doing my job."
He attached the clips to the cords and now they were
hanging just below her neckline. She had no doubt as to the
purpose, and her body stiffened at the thought.
Selecting one of the clips with the flat jaw, he pulled the
cord down, stretching the elastic until the clip was just
below her right nipple. He squeezed the clip to open the jaws
and placed it in a position in which when he released it, the
jaws would clamp tightly on the nipple.
"Are you sure you don't just want to tell me what we want
to know?" he asked. Barbara said nothing. "Have it your way."
He released the clip slowly, and allowed the pain to build.
Barbara tried to recoil from the spreading fire of the
confinement of her right nipple, but to no avail. When he had
completely allowed the spring to relax, she released a
piercing scream. She threw her head back as tears sprang from
her eyes. It was mashing the nipple almost flat. Then he
released his hold on the bungee cord.
The elastic pulled her nipple toward the ceiling,
stretching and pulling with great force. Barbara shook her
had from side to side and tried to shake the clamp off, but
was successful only in making her nipple ache all the more.
He stepped back to watch her throes of agony as the metal
compressed the flesh between it's jaws, the nipple trying to
escape the sides of the vise-like grip.
Within a few minutes, her screams had died down and her
right nipple was beginning to feel very little pain, her mind
blocking it out. That was when their torment began anew with
her left nipple.
She let out another ear shattering scream as he allowed the
clamp to lift her breast up and as it did, just for the hell
of it, he squeezed the clamp on the right nipple to heighten
the effect.
As he retreated this time, he quickly jerked on both cords.
The nipples stretched to twice their normal length and her
tits formed a cone shape as the clamps strained to pull her
breasts from her chest.
Barbara screamed and cried, tears now forming rivers down
her cheeks. It was excutiating. Lovers in the past had
squeezed her tits and bit at her nipples during lovemaking,
but it was never anything like this. Her wrists ached as
well, having tried to free herself from the overhead bonds.
And then terror flooded her mind once again. She opened her
eyes and saw the second set of clamps, the ones with the
"teeth" hanging before her.
As the pain dulled, she looked forward to see the man
casually coming toward her. From the look in his eyes, she
could feel him smiling in a diabolical manner. One hand went
to each clip and twisted 90 degrees. Like an electric shock
the pain returned. Barbara tried to arch her back to relieve
the pressure but only succeeded in losing her balance. Had it
not been for the increased tension on her tits, she would
have realized that had her hands not been bound above her,
she might have pulled at the very least, a layer of skin off
her nipples.
As she regained her footing, the man removed the clips. One
thing that she had not known was the fact that the clips had
cut off the blood supply to her sensitive nipples. Now that
the restriction was removed, the blood coursed back into the
abused tissue and reintroduced her to the pain.
The man stepped back and examined his prisoner. Her hair
was somewhat matted by the sweat and tears that came
profusely now. Her nipples were red and swollen, but
otherwise undamaged. She glistened with perspiration as she
slowly moaned away the ebbing pain.
Barbara tried to close her eyes, but found her brain's
morbid curiosity had other plans as the man grasp the other
two clips and pulled them down toward her nipples. Should she
fight it, she questioned herself and found her body already
taking what evasive actions it could to avoid the new
punishment.
"Still some fighting spirit," sneered the man behind the
mask as he released one of the clips and put his arm around
her waist to steady her. "You are going to be interesting to
break." And with that he allowed the serrated clip to clamp
on her left nipple.
A new, more intense pain radiated from her breast. She
could not imagine anything feeling worse as her voice flew
open an emitted a new wail. The clamp bit into her flesh and
involuntarily she recoiled again. This caused the clamp to
tighten it's grip. The survival instinct in her trained mind
told her to steady her body rather than risk mutilation. Just
as she thought that she might be able to control herself, the
other clip was applied.
Barbara now sobbed openly as a minute drop of blood formed
where the clip bit savagely into her flesh. Had she not been
entrusted with the secrets that she knew, and had she known
that her revelations would do no harm, she would have gladly
begun "spilling her guts" at that point, but her information
was of vital importance. Her cries for help and mercy would
go unanswered, but she knew that this was only the beginning.
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Subject: THC: Continuing series of CAUGHT text file.
Date: Sat Aug 3 05:01:14 1996
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In response to a request that anybody who would like to continue the
"CAUGHT" series do so, I am submitting this 6th installment. It is my first
attempt at fiction and I hope everyone enjoys it. If you have any comments,
suggestions, requests, etc. Please leave them to "Discrete" in the e-mail
section. Thank you.
CAUGHT
Chapter Six
As the two men lifted Allison's lifeless body from the tank I started to
shake uncontrollably. I could hear my pee dripping on the floor and I could
feel my bowels releasing their burden. Leslie noticed this with surprise and
said "Oh...that's what I like to see, now you are getting an idea of what it
means to work against us". To my surprise, she very gently removed the hooks
from my tits by pushing them out the other side and cutting the barbs with a
wire cutter. Leslie ordered the two men to take Allison to the preparation
area. Now I was given an injection and leslie said "good night...see you
tomorrow".
When the sleep drug wore off, I awoke with a shot and noticed the red
ceiling with golden dragon designs. I tried to move but my wrists and ankles
were securely bound to steel clamps on a wooden table. In the background I
could hear the very subtle tones of Chinese Classical Opera music. To my great
surprise I noticed that I was fully dressed in a silken gown. As I looked at
my arms I noticed that oil had been applied to them. My hair had apparently
been combed, oiled, and braided into two pigtails hanging over each shoulder
and tied at the ends with a pink ribbon.
After what seemed like hours, I heard the doorknob turn and as the door
squeaked open Leslie appeared and came over to me. "Hello, I see that you
finally woke up. Remember that I told you that I have some more in store for
you? On your last mission in the Peoples Republic of China you killed a man
named Jin Lin. I want you to meet his widow, Yu Lin, come in honey". I heard
footsteps and then a very petite little girl stood staring me in the face. She
was dressed in a blue silk robe with a silver flower design and her hair was
tied up in a bun with a long gold pin through it. She was trembling and tears
were flowing down her eyes. "Is this the woman who killed my husband"? "Yes
Yu Lin...it is". Leslie told me that there was no more they could do to me, I
had talked, and any more of their brand of punishment would surely kill me. So
now she was going to turn me over to Yu Lin. She said that Yu Lin had felt
deep torment these many months since I had deprived her of her husband and she
was sure that Yu Lin would see to it that I met my proper end. With
that...Leslie left the room.
Yu Lin looked at me and said "You can't imagine the torture and anguish I
have gone through in the past months without my husband, it's your fault and I
will make you pay. If you think what Leslie put you through in the past few
days was rough, then you are in for a very great surprise. The Agency turned
you over to me to do with as I please, and I will!!! You have been brutalized
in severe ways for the last few days, that is not the way I will revenge my
husband. I want you to suffer the anguish I have had to endure for the many
months past. As an oriental woman, I know how to exact revenge in ways that
will humiliate you and cause you wish that you were dead. My methods are not
especially painful but are rather...let me say lingering...The Agency taught
you to take pain, but not what I am going to make you endure".
Yu Lin now bowed and then walked over to the wall and turned a dial and
raised the volume of the Chinese music. She came over to me and started
stroking my hair ever so gently. Yu Lin licked her fingers and started to rub
them across my lips. I was quite shocked when she lay down on top of me and
squeezed her lips against mine. Her tongue reached deep into my mouth and she
ground her pelvic bone against my sore pussy. I had been hurt so much in the
last few day that I welcomed this sudden affection and let my tongue explore
her throat. The pain hit me like a rifle shot, she bit down hard on my
extended tongue and rocked back and forth as she pulled my tongue out and up.
She let go of my tongue and said "Now you know what I felt like after you
killed my man...you bitch!!!" Yu Lin now told me to stick out my tongue...I
didn't do it...The next thing I felt was the pain of the slap across my face.
I saw a bright flash and felt the burning, I stuck my tongue out. She gripped
my tongue with a pair of vice grips and inserted a large safety pin through it
and into my upper lip. "Now sleep like that and think about what I will to do
to you tomorrow". Thank god she removed the vice grips from my tongue.
I don't know how I slept, but when I finally awoke Yu Lin was sitting on
the floor with pair of pliers in her hand. She said that she wanted to remove
the safety pin from my tongue and lip. She grabbed the pin and yanked it out
of my mouth. Luckily it opened under the pressure, otherwise it would have
ripped my upper lip and tongue to shreds. I felt the blood drip down my lip
and into my mouth. Out of instinct I drank it and lipped my lips until it
stopped. Yu Lin said "Are you thirsty?...Well I think I have just what you
need". She left the room and came back with a funnel and a roll of duct tape.
"Open your mouth bitch!!!" I hesitated and received a swift punch in the
belly. I opened my mouth and Yu Lin stuffed the funnel deep into my throat
until my lips were spread wide apart around it. Then she taped the funnel to
my lips to secure it. Now she knelled in front of me and said that I would
have to drink all of her pee. This would be part of my humiliation and if I
didn't drink it all down fast, I would choke. With this, Yu Lin knelled in
front of me and untied the silk strap around her robe. She opened her robe to
reveal her glistening pussy hairs, a perfect triangle of silken black hair.
She positioned herself above the funnel and pinched off my nose with her
fingers and said "Now I am going to let myself go, remember to drink it all
down or you will surely choke". I felt the rush of her pee in my throat and I
began to swallow, it was all I could do to keep up with her flow. I felt the
sting of her urine as it backed up into my nose. In my panic I gulped it down
faster, just when I thought I couldn't keep it up any longer, her flow slowed
down and then came in sporadic spurts. She raised off the funnel and closed
her robe. Then she reached down and ripped off the tape around the funnel and
pulled it out of my mouth. "Well how did you like drinking my pee? You are
the woman who killed my husband and I want to make you suffer. I hope you
enjoyed my pee, there is plenty more where that came from!!!" Now she pushed a
force feeder into my mouth and tied it in place with a velcro strap around the
back of my head. Yu Lin pushed her fingers down my throat until I gagged and
threw up all over the table. "Ah...you very messy woman aren't you?" She
sponged the mess into a bowl and poured it back down the force feeder, I had to
swallow it all again. Yu Lin asked me "When was the last time you ate?" I
told her it had been about 3 days. "Ah then you must be hungry, I have a
special treat for you". She grabbed a bowl from the dresser and placed it on
the floor. Then she squatted over it and started rubbing her belly as she
closed her eyes and let out a couple of moans. I heard the shit hit the bowl
with a thump...thump...thump... She picked up the bowl and came over to me and
started to stuff the contents into the force feeder tube with her fingers.
"Swallow it you bitch!!!, you deserve it for killing my man" I felt the bitter
shit being stuffed into my mouth but I wouldn't swallow, the thought repulsed
me. When Yu Lin couldn't stuff any more in the force feeder, she said "Ah, you
resist my punishment" Then she pinched off my nose so I couldn't breathe and
told me I would suffocate in about 3 min if I didn't swallow it all. I
panicked and swallowed in order to breathe. It was very bitter but I ate it
all. She now removed the force feeder and turned around and told me to lick
her ass clean. After what I have just been through, this was no problem. As I
licked her asshole I noticed that she was gyrating around...did she really
enjoy this?...She told me to stick my tongue all the way up and rotate it
around. After awhile she lifted up and looked at me. "I am going to make you
really suffer for what you did to my husband...you bitch!!! We have all the
time in the world and I am going to take my time humiliating and torturing you.
Today I worked a little on your mouth, tomorrow I will start in another place".
The next day I was awaken by two men untying me. Yu Lin was giving then
directions in Chinese. I didn't know what she was saying but she looked very
proud of herself and had a big smile on her face. The men stripped the robe
off me and hoisted me up by my ankles. I was suspended upside down from the
ceiling by two chains and ankle straps. My legs were spread about three feet
apart and I was totally naked and helpless. Yu Lin dismissed the men and then
just stood there staring at me with that smile on her face. She said...I
thought all night about what I wanted to do to a bitch like you, I still not
sure...but I try something you maybe no like. She walked over to me and
started to swing me back and forth. As I swung toward her she came up with a
vicious punch in my belly. The wind was completely knocked out of me and my
eyes were tearing. She grabbed a bamboo cane and brought down right in the
crack of my pussy. ...How that feel, good?...I could hardly hear her over my
own screams. Next she threaded the cane through the four rings that were still
piercing my pussy lips. ...Now we play little game, ok?...Yu Lin started
turning the cane ever so slowly. I felt the pain as the four rings were
twisting my pussy into a bundle. Just when I thought that the rings were going
to rip through the flesh, she stopped and tied the cane ends to both my legs.
She opened a long box and selected one of the 2 foot long acupuncture needles.
She took the needle and ran it through the bundle of flesh that used to be my
pussy. After she pushed it through about 18" she bent the flexible needle into
a U shape and rammed it into my asshole. ...Ah, that look so good, I think I
like playing with you. Now have other needles to try...Next she took a pair of
handcuffs and tightened them around the base of my breasts. My tits were
bulging out like balloons. Yu Lin took another acupuncture needle and ran it
through my right breast and then into and through my left breast. Now she
reversed the procedure and started from the left side. Three more needles were
inserted into and through each ass cheek. ...Oh my, you look so pretty now
with all your decorations, I think you should dance for me...She took two wires
with alligator clips on one end and attached one of them to a needle in my
breast and the other to the needle stuck up my asshole. I stared in horror as
I watched her plug the other end into the wall outlet. The room shook
violently and then darkened into blackness. A brilliant flash of light awoke
me, my ears were ringing from the slap across my face. Yu Lin stared at me and
said ...You dance very pretty upside down, I had really good time watching
you...She reached over with her long sharp nails and pinched one of my nipples.
Yu Lin kept grinding the nipple between her razor sharp fingernails until they
started to bleed. Now she put my nipple in her mouth and stared to suck and
lick the blood up. She removed her mouth and squeezed the tit until the blood
started to drip across my breast then she smeared it all over my chest and
stepped back to admire her work. ...You look so good like that, I dreamed
about this day, now it has become a reality for me, I think I can do even
better... Yu Lin went over to the dresser and returned with a scalpel. She
grabbed my already bruised nipple and promptly sliced it off. I stared in
horror as the blood gushed out and sprayed out all over her face. She picked
up a clothes iron and pushed it up against the hole where my nipple used to be.
I could hear and smell the flesh burning as he cauterized the wound shut. Just
before I passed out I caught a glimpse of the smoke rising from the seared
flesh.
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CAUGHT
Downloaded from Carolyn's Closet
My wife was out of town visiting her mother. She was not due
back for several days, so I thought.
Not expecting her for several days, I had taken to being in
full drag while around the house, both day and night. At night I
would go to bed with my wig and full makeup still on; usually
wearing a teddi, garter and sheer stockings. Some nights I would go
to bed in a tightly boned and laced corset. Before I went to sleep
every night I would lubricate my favorite vibrator and screw myself
while masturbating and fantasizing that I was being sexually taken
by my "husband". Oh, I was so lonely for a man to share my bed with
me; to treat me as a real woman.
During the day I would dress fully in panties and matching bra,
supple bra pads, matching full slip, garters and sheer nylon
stockings, coordinated blouses and skirts. I would always be
meticulously made up, including my nails and eyes. My wig would be
carefully coiffured, flowing to my shoulders. Around my neck was a
pretty pearl necklace. I wore several fashionable women's rings on
my fingers. I loved so being fully dressed. Whenever I would pass
by a mirror while doing my household chores, I would see the image
of a beautiful and lonely woman. At times I could almost feel a
vagina encased in the crotch of my silken panties. A vagina empty
and longing for the fullness of a hard and thrusting male member.
One afternoon I sat in the living room fully dressed reading a
good novel. I was wearing my stereo headphones and listening to a
beautiful classical CD. Suddenly, I detected movement. There,
standing before me was my wife and a handsome man who I had never
seen before.
I was mortified! I took off my headphones and my wife had a
sly grin on her face. She said, "Well, look here. It's my
husband, the girl." She wouldn't give me a chance to say anything
at all. She continued, "You must have really enjoyed yourself
while you thought I was out of town. Well I wasn't out of town. I
was staying at Raymond's house." She put her arm inside of the
man's arm and said, "Sissy-girl husband of mine, meet Raymond
DuMont. Raymond is, and has been for a long time, my lover!" I was
getting ready to divorce you to be with Raymond full-time, but first
you are going to see Raymond make love to me. You are going to see
how a real man satisfies his woman. It might help you avoid the
mistake I made when you go out in the world to seek your male lover!"
I couldn't believe all this was happening to me. But, Mary's
verbal abuse not only caused me anguish, I could feel my clitoris
becoming aroused in my panties. Suddenly, Mr. DuMont grabbed me and
forced me to follow him and my wife into the bedroom. Mary took off
all of her clothes; she was so beautiful and had such a shapely body
that I had often envied. Then she seductively undressed Raymond.
He was so tall, virile and handsome. It was easy to understand why
Mary had fallen for him. His penis was handsome, huge and well
formed. It was also rock hard. My beautiful and sexy Mary laid on
the bed spread-eagle and cried out, "Oh, Raymond, darling! Fuck me!
Let's show this sissy-girl how a real man satisfies a real woman!"
And, I couldn't believe my eyes. Raymond mounted MY wife and she
eagerly accepted his rigid penis into her obviously moist and ready
vagina. She had never been ready like that for me. Raymond reached
toward me with his powerful arm and pulled me to the bed.
He said, "Okay, sissy girl, you get your face down where you can
see how a real man screws your wife!" I didn't need any encouragement
or force to comply. I had often fantasized about my wife having
intercourse with another man. I put my face near my wife's buttocks.
Raymond began to screw her slowly at first. With each thrust of his
rigid penis into her vagina she would moan with delight. She NEVER did
that with me. Raymond then began to alternate between screwing her cunt
faster, then slower. Mary cried out softly, "Oh, Raymond! I love IT
darling! Do me! Do me!" Suddenly, as Raymond paused in his thrusting,
I was overcome by a compelling desire to kiss his balls and penis. My
tongue was darting about his scrotum and cockshaft. I began to lick at
my wife's vaginal lips in an attempt to find his cockhead, buried deep
inside my wife's vagina.
Raymond pulled me away and said, "Stay right here! You'll get
what you want in a moment!" Then, he proceeded to fuck Mary faster and
faster. She wrapped her legs tightly about him; her arms were tightly
around his back. His manly chest pressed against her beautiful breasts
as the pace of his fucking became primal and animalistic. Mary moved
her ass rapidly in response to Raymond's rapid fucking. She NEVER did
that with me. She cried out, "Oh, Raymond darling! I'm COMING!" And
she screamed with what was surely a genuine orgasm. Something I had
never experienced with her. Raymond kept on fucking Mary without
hesitation. I would have come long since had it been me. Suddenly Mary
arched her ass off the sheets and cried out, "Oh God, Raymond darling!
I'm COMING AGAIN!" He kept fucking my wife faster and faster and she
came two more times before he quickened his pace to short strokes and he
cried out, "Oh, Mary darling! TAKE MY FUCKING CUM!" And he drove
those final short strokes home as Mary cried out, "Oh, FUCK! FUCK!
Raymond darling, Oh! Oh! Oh! Eeeeiiii!! This is my best orgasm yet!
Oh, Ray, darling! Your cum feels so, so good!"
They embraced quietly; his penis still inside her vagina. After a
few moments she said softy, "Darling, give the sissy 'her' due."
Raymond pulled his glistening, still rigid penis out of my wife's wet
vulva, and said to me, "Suck the semen off my cock, you sissy-queer!"
I eagerly complied and soon found Raymond fucking my face. I could
taste my wife as well as Raymond as I sucked his penis clean. My wife
laughed and said, "Look at my queer girl-husband take my lover's dick!
I hope you don't like that as much as me, Raymond, darling." Raymond
replied, "Not a chance, sweetheart!" He suddenly took his penis out of
my mouth and told me to lie on my knees on the bed and eat the semen out
of my wife's vagina. As I complied and began to eat Mary's pussy I felt
Raymond lift my skirt and slip and take down my panties. I felt his
cockhead pressing against my sissy-girl "pussy". He said, "Relax,
sissy bitch and take my dick!" I relaxed and Raymond slowly entered me
as I rested my mouth against my wife's vaginal lips.
Once Raymond was fully inside me, I squirmed my buttocks and moaned
softly, "Oh, Raymond! Please screw me like you just screwed my wife."
And, he complied and began the steady and heavenly rhythm of male-female
coitus with me. As I took Raymond's delightful screwing, I resumed
eating his semen out of my wife's vagina. I also tongued her clitoris
and caused her to moan. I took my now-throbbing and rigid dickette into
my hand and proceeded to masturbate as Raymond fucked my brains out.
Suddenly he moaned and I could feel his short strokes pounding my
buttocks. I quickened the tonguing of my wife's clitoris and the pumping
of my dickette. As Raymond cried out, "Oh FUCK! FUCK! Sissy bitch, take
my CUM!" As my ass was flooded with Raymond's ejaculation he slapped my
asscheeks! Mary moaned and had another orgasm from the effects of my
tongue as I came in my pumping hand, my sissy cum splattering harmlessly
onto the bedsheets.
The next day Mary served divorce papers on me. I was crushed. As
the weeks dragged on I found myself living and being a woman full-time.
I was so lonely and missed my special person so very much.
After several weeks passed I was almost desperate. I didn't want to
beg, and the fear of further rejection was more than I could handle.
But, I finally mustered up the necessary courage and made that fateful
telephone call.
I convinced Raymond DuMont to leave Mary and become my husband. We
are now happily married. I am on hormones and have already had breast
implants. My thighs have become soft, shapely and quite feminine.
Raymond has set aside the necessary funds for my gender reassignment
surgery. In the meantime, our sex life is absolutely fantastic. Raymond
gave me a fabulous set of engagement and wedding rings which I NEVER take
off!
I couldn't be happier.
: THC: Chapter Six of the Caught novella
Date: Sat Aug 3 05:01:14 1996
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Actually, I tried to upload this the night that the other
Caught Chapted Six showed up. I will try and get another out
soon. Thanks for waiting.
CAUGHT
Chapter Six
Barbara had lost track of the time since she had been
captured. She tried to sleep on the cold, hard concrete floor
of the cell. The "fish hooks" which had been embedded in her
breasts had been removed and all that remained of their
presence was a small hole in each tit. Her nipples and pussy
were in worse shape.
The pain had been reduced to a strong, dull ache that made
her fearful of touching them. Getting comfortable on the
floor with the thin blanket was an agony in itself as parts
of her tortured body reminded her of what she had been
through.
Somewhere down the hallway, a woman cried out in agony.
Pleas were screamed, and then another banshee like wail.
Barbara opened her eyes and looked around the room. There
had to be some way to end it all. All she could find though,
was her blanket. It was thin and thread-bare and would never
be useful in a hanging attempt.
As a chill ran though her, she clutched the blanket tighter
against her nakedness. She pressed her eyes tightly together
as another scream shattered the night. In the pitch
blackness, she became aware of something moving. Maybe it was
another human, and maybe it was something that she would
rather not discover. She huddled herself and tried to go to
sleep.
Barbara was not sure if she had been asleep or in the fits
of a hallucination when the bolt that restrained her door
slammed to the side and the door clanged open. Blinking her
eyes against the harsh light in the hallway, she became aware
of two men standing in the doorway. Without a word they
reached down and grabbed the secret agent roughly and pulled
her into the hall.
Stumbling along, Barbara tried to regain her footing as the
men led her past three or four doors, which although closed,
could not muffle cries, sobs, and screams. Barbara could only
guess at what was going on behind the doors; or for that
matter, where she was being taken.
She didn't have long to wait. She was pulled into a room
that contained a table that looked like it came from a
doctor's office. She tried to break free as the men dragged
her toward the table. Now Barbara was becoming aware that
there were at least 20 men standing around the room, all of
them grinning like wild dogs that were about to move in for
the kill. A scream escaped her lips as she was thrown onto
the table. Her arms were jerked down to the sides and
fastened into restraints. Pairs of hands yanked her legs and
slid them into the stirrups, where more leather cuffs held
her ankles. She was bucking like a bronco now, her head
shaking from side to side. The tortures that she had endured
was nothing compared to the fear that she felt now.
Two more straps were placed around her thighs. Someone
grabbed her head and steadied it as another man placed
something behind her head. It was like a loop of steel that
had two small rubber blocks on the ends. These rubber blocks
slid into her mouth and were used to hold her teeth open back
near her molars. It was cutting into the sides of her mouth
and forced it open wide.
Laughter, snickers, taunts, and lewd language split the
silence, but through it all, Barbara heard the one sound that
she knew was coming... A zipper was pulled down. She turned
her head slightly and saw a man pulling his dick from his
pants. Tears began to fill her eyes, stinging them. She tried
to plead but the gag would not allow her to mouth the words.
The man stepped to the foot of the table and placed his dick
against Barbara's pussy. His fingers deftly pulled apart the
abused and sore folds of the labia and with one mighty push,
he was inside her.
Barbara's scream was drowned out by the cheers of the other
men in attendance. With that thrust that penetrated her cunt,
it was like an electric shock had spread through the entire
group. Men rushed forward. One started stroking his cock over
her tear stained face. In a few short moments her mouth was
being filled by cum from a number of sources. Someone was
pinching and pulling at one of her nipples while another was
slapping the other with his hand.
The first man to rape Barbara had spent his load and backed
off while another approached to take his place. A hand
slapped across her cheek and moved her head to one side. A
salty taste of blood trickled into her mouth from a split lip
as the new man beat on Barbara's cunt with his dick.
"Oh, no," she thought through the pain induced haze. "It
can't... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The dick that next filled her vagina was huge. It felt as
though she was being split. She threw herself against her
bonds as the cock was thrust into her, unmercifully.
Someone bit her tit but was it was almost minor compared to
the pain in her cunt. She bit at the mouth piece and tried to
scream but all that brought was more laughter, as well as
another blow to the face.
Another load of semen filled her throat and almost choked
her. She coughed hard and thought that she was going to pass
out. The world started to go dark. She felt her inner thighs
become very wet. Was it blood or had the man cum? She coughed
more and tried to will herself to die or at least pass out.
Hands roughly undid the restraints and she was torn from
the table. In a moment she was placed face down on the table
and was being reattached. The cough was slowly subsiding as
fingers grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. A
bucket of cold water was thrown into her face. Her senses
returned as her hair was released. Claw like fingers dug into
her ass cheeks and stretched them apart. Something probed at
her asshole for a moment before slamming it's way insider
her. The pain was unbearable. She was able to scream this
time as her anus was torn by the intruder. She felt her
stomach try to heave as the cock slid up her ass, mixing
blood and shit together in her rectum. A dick appeared before
her face and two hands grasp her ears. The penis was thrust
down her throat, cutting off her air supply. She attempted to
shake her head and dislodge the male organ but it was to no
avail, her head may as well have been encased in a vise. She
lacked the strength and mobility to free it.
Try to close her mouth only succeeded in bringing more
frustration as the blocks between her molars would give only
a little. After what seemed like an eternity, the salty,
metallic taste of semen touched her taste buds as the ooze
went down her throat. Unfortunately, she also at this moment
was once again brought back to the horrible reality that
someone was depositing a load into her ass.
As the man who had been buttfucking her withdrew, Barbara
lost control of her bowels. What little waste was in her came
out mixed with blood and semen.
"Oh, shit! Look at this!" A hand sailed through the air and
slapped her on the cheek hard enough to dislodge the
appartatus which had held her jaws open. Her head hung down
as she felt a warm stream begin to wash over her ass. It
stung slightly. She turned her head and to her disgust she
saw two of the men washing the mixture off her ass and legs
with a stream of piss. It was at that point that she threw
up.
"Looks like we'll have to clean up your face, too," said a
voice from the crowd. Urine was sprayed on her face as she
retched. Barbara felt broken. She cried as she closed her
eyes. The pissing stopped and a few of the men mumbled too
low for her to hear. Someone giggled and then a number of
them were laughing. Hands undid her restraints but she could
not will her body to move.
"Just kill me," she thought. "I give up." Her body was
pulled off the table and she was dragged through the hallway
to cell other than the one that she had been removed from.
The men shackled her hands above her to a chain from the
ceiling. ANother man brought in a fire hose and as soon as
the other two were clear, he turned it on.
The water pressure washed her body clean, but her mind
would never forget what had happened. She felt pain no more.
"What could they possibly do to me now?" she thought to
herself as they released her from the ceiling and pulled her
back to her cell. The door slammed shut and she was alone
again in the darkness.
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Date: Sat Aug 3 05:01:08 1996
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The second chapter to "Caught". Comments, suggestions, etc,
are appreciated. I can't promise that each and every one of
them will be included, but you never can tell. Please address any
etc, in the manner of CTCXXX.ZIP. Thanks and hopefully I can have
another chapter out this week.
CAUGHT
CHAPTER TWO
Barbara didn't know whether she had been drugged or had
passed out when her eyes opened. Immediately she was greeted
with the sharp pain that coursed through her tits. She
remembered how they had been abused by the interrogator. She
tried to raise her head but found it secured to the table on
which she laid. Her arms and legs were also tightly
restrained in a spread eagle manner.
As she listened to see if someone else was in the room,
she allowed herself to look around to the extent that was
possible.
Above her she could see a set of lights, as well as some
cords hanging down. She could not quite make out what kind of
cords they were, or what their purpose was, but she did know
that more than likely she would find out.
The table on which she was restrained was unique in her
experience. It could only have been built with one purpose in
mind, that being the torture of people. He arms were strapped
at a 45 degree angle from her sides with bands across the
wrists and just above the elbows. Her legs were similarly
restricted at her ankles and above the knees on separate
extensions of the table which no doubt was to allow easy
access to her pussy.
Barbara could not see that in another room a short distance
away, two people were looking at her through the smoked
glass. One was the interrogator and the other was the head of
the installation. The torturer was still clad in his
"uniform" but the head of the facility wore a pin striped
suit.
"There has been no progress yet," said that pain giver.
"But it is early and I haven't even begun with the
interesting "toys" yet."
"I understand," replied the suited man. "You forget that I
did this for a while, too. Anyway, Leslie will be arriving
later in the day. I am sure that she will enjoy this latest
arrival!"
As they watched Barbara slowly come to, they marvelled at
her. Her body looked so inviting on the table. There wasn't a
blemish or birthmark anywhere on her. She had a nice overall
deep tan which was interrupted only where her revealing
bikini would be. A small mound of brown hair was present
above her pussy. Obviously this girl liked to shave it
somewhat.
The man in the suit felt his dick stir as he allowed
himself to imagine how nice it would be to fuck her hard. He
would fuck her cunt, her mouth, and her ass. He would watch
those beautiful green eyes plead for mercy as he slammed into
her. He could slap her high cheekbones with his cock and rub
it around her full and inviting lips... Well, maybe in
another time. She was here for a purpose at the moment.
"Well, I have things to get back to," he said as he turned.
"Oh, one last thing, we are in the process of following up on
her. Maybe we can find something or someone that will make
this easier." He looked back for a moment and then smiled.
"But of course, I know how much you like your work."
"I will keep you informed."
The man with the suit left and the interrogator went to the
door that opened into the torture chamber.
"You are awake! I am glad. Sometimes the mind causes itself
to shut down when faced with a rather unpleasant situation.
But now, we can begin with something else." He was next to
the table and looked into her eyes. His right had reached
down and pulled her left nipple.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" she shouted as the pain intensified again.
He noted, oddly, that she had beautiful white teeth, as she
opened her mouth to scream. "It's funny," he thought, "what
you notice and when you notice it."
He released the tit and watched as the pain subsided
somewhat. The nipples were red and raw from the abuse that
they had been put through. Spots of blood also were flecked
here and there. He knew that if she didn't start giving them
information soon, that her 36C tits would never excite anyone
again.
"Is there anything that you wish to tell me before we start
again?" he inquired, not really know whether he wanted her to
answer affirmatively or negatively.
There was no response, Barbara just looked away and closed
her eyes. She bit her lower lip and felt like crying as he
walked to the end of the table. A sense of doom flooded her
as she felt him center himself between her legs. She heard a
drawer beneath her feet open as he sat himself down on a
stool to get a better position at her pussy.
Maybe she should tell them what they wanted to know. Maybe
they would spare her. A tear trickled from the corner of her
eye as she felt the man take hold of the pussy lips and
spread them. He seemed to be examining them as she thought
about giving in.
"OWWWWWWWWWWW!" she screamed. Pain racked
her body and she tried in vain to escape the stabbing
sensation in her cunt. Her eyes flooded with tears as she
tried to move away from the cause of her torment but it was
to no avail.
"My, my," said the man between her legs. "You've had your
ears pierced." He took her other pussy lip and placed the
tool on it. The tool that he was using was a modified paper
punch, just like one would use at home or the office. He
squeezed on the tool and with a combination of cutting and
crushing, her other pussy lib was punched, once again
accompanied by a banshee-like wail.
"Only two more to go." She now knew that he had been
punching at the base of her pussy. She was aware of a small
amount of liquid trickling down into the crack of her ass.
It had to be blood, she told herself. I can't be getting
wet!?
The "paper punch" was slid up her pussy and once again on
each side, the pain returned. Barbara's body was pouring
sweat from every pore by the time that he was finished.
The drawer slid open once again as he put the punch away
and pulled out a set of rings. The rings were like the binder
rings from a notebook, although somewhat thicker. He
carefully inserted one through each hole, and then he closed
the one inch ring, locking it shut.
She felt something a cord being pulled over her right leg
and gritted her teeth for what she was sure would come next.
Her breathing, which had returned to short, painful gasps,
now was a long intake as she heard a snap of a clip being
attached to the first ring, and then felt the quick increase
in pressure. She tried to shake her head, as if that would
chase the pain away, but the strap across her forehead held
secure.
"Oh, God, NOOOOOO!" she yelled as a second ring was
stretched out under the pressure of the elastic bungee cord.
In between her legs, the interrogator smiled as he watched
her pussy lips pulled out to obscene lengths. He knew that
until they had "perfected" the process, that women being
tortured had routinely ripped their lips as the strain
increased. He fastened the other two rings and stepped back
to admire his handiwork.
Barbara's pussy, an organ which had given her great
pleasure as well as giving others great pleasure, was now
stretched in four different directions, allowing the inner
reaches to now be visible, her clit being in prominence just
below the carefully trimmed brown thatch of hair.
The pink entrance glistened with a slight film of moisture.
The torturer looked on with a sense of perverse humor.
Through his experience, he knew that some of the women that
he was asked to "persuade" got a form of sexual pleasure from
the pain. They usually lasted longer. This one may be fun!
He walked around the table and looked at Barbara's face.
Her eyes were getting red and puffy from the tears that she
had spilled as well as those that she had held back. Her hair
was slightly matted from the perspiration that shone on her
body. He made a mental note that she should be cleaned up in
the near future.
"Still have nothing to say?" he inquired, already know the
answer. "Well, I'm sure that you will enjoy what comes next."
A drawer beneath her head was slid open and then closed. She
looked down her nose as best she could as he walked back to
his former position between her legs. He remained standing
this time however, and in moments she heard the next
instrument of torture slice through the air.
The whip impacted the area just to her left of her pubic
hair. It immediately raised a red welt and caused a painful
wail to well up deep inside Barbara. She knew that it hadn't
hit on her sensitive pussy, and this scared her even more.
Another blow quickly followed on the right side of the
patch of hair. Barbara tried to arch her back, slide her
hips, anything to avoid the whip or minimize the impact, but
it was to no avail.
Another crack, this time just below her naval. The man was
swinging the whip with great force, and was purposely
avoiding her gaping cunt.
Two quick blows landed, one on each thigh, just below the
point where the stretch pussy lips were. Barbara was going
into overload once again. In her mind she was racing around
her belly and pelvic area, trying to tell each area that it
didn't hurt, but she knew that it was a losing battle.
Only five blows so far and each one had felt like someone
had touched her with a red hot iron. She sucked air through
her teeth as another two blows landed around her reddening
mound. Maybe it was time to stop this, she thought. I can't
handle this, I'm in way too deep, she reasoned.
The blow was precisely aimed at the right pussy lip. When
it hit the sensitive, slightly moist flesh, it opened a
minute line which began to seep blood. Barbara could almost
feel it happening in slow motion as she screamed. Another
blow hit her on the left lip, with almost the same results.
Barbara jerked with all her might, and then as she tried to
scream some more, became aware of the blackness that raced to
take her away from her pain...
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Sorry to keep all of you waiting but I was in the process
of moving and it took me longer to get out chapter four than
I had been planning on. I hope to have at least two more
chapters out by the end of the year, and to have it completed
by next summer. Keep the comments coming.
Enjoy!
CAUGHT
Chapter Four
Her mouth still on fire from the hot fluid that had
assaulted her tongue, Barbara was led down the hall in a most
unceremonious fashion. With her hands cuffed tightly behind
her, she was aware that in her naked state, she was no doubt
being gazed upon by other prisons and guards.
The cool damp air brushed her skin, a sharp contrast to the
warm hands that held her arms just above the elbow. Even with
the blindfold on, she could tell that no light from the
outside had illuminated this area in years. He bare feet
contacted to moist, stone floor as she was taken down the
corridor.
Her ears detected a heavy door being opened and she was
whisked through it. With a mighty slam it closed behind her.
Her "escorts" led her across the room and forced her into a
chair. Her arms and legs were fastened securely and as soon
as that was done, her blindfold was removed.
As she glanced around the room, Barbara noticed that there
was a small raised platform in the center, directly in front
of her chair. Rising from the ground was a type of pedestal
which had a ring about waist level and a cross member with
two rings at approximately shoulder height. There was also a
frame work bed which had rings attached to the posts. Above
the "stage" were four flood lights which at the moment were
dark. On the floor under the bed was a small footlocker like
object which no doubt contained some horrible items.
"I'll bet you're wondering where Allison is, aren't you?"
came a female voice from behind Barbara. "She will be along
in due time. I can't tell you how glad I am to make your
acquaintance," she continued as she stepped out from the
shadows.
"My name it Leslie," she said as she stepped over toward
Barbara. He hair was tied up on her head, but Barbara could
make out that it was strawberry blonde in color. Her face was
very attractive, with high cheekbones, full lips, and
beautiful green eyes. Surely this can't be the torturer that
was rumored about, thought Barbara.
Dressed in a lab coat which did little to destroy the
marvelous curves of Leslie's body, she reached down into one
of her pockets and pulled out a small box.
"Well, this won't do," she said as she looked at Barbara.
Leslie turned and walked off into the shadows after placing
the box next to Barbara's chair. With much dread, Barbara
looked down and saw what appeared to be a small fishing
tackle box. Her mind raced for answers to questions that were
forming, but it was slowed and numbed by the pain and agony
which it had been forced to endure in the past how ever many
hours it had been.
Quietly, Leslie returned with a harness which she placed
between Barbara's tits and over her shoulders. She tightened
it behind the chair, forcing Barbara's mauled tits outward
and restraining any further movement.
"I want to make sure that you pay attention to what is
going to happen to your friend," Leslie said as she opened
the box. With her right hand she pulled out a rather large
fish hook on which a length of nylon fishing line had already
been attached. "Compared with what you have been through
already, this is going to be minor," she calmly stated as she
moved behind Barbara and reached over her shoulder to grab
her left tit. "But it will assist om keeping your attention!"
Casually, Leslie pulled outward on the nipple, causing
Barbara to suck in a breath of air through her teeth. They
were still so tender.
With morbid fascination, Barbara watched as Leslie touched
the hook under her nipple, half way back on the aereloa. A
flash of pain hit her brain and she tried to move away, but
it was to no avail. Leslie had been right, though. The pain
was nothing like she had already endured.
Slowly the hook was threaded through her tit until it had
her hooked well. Leslie went to the other side, and just as
coolly, just as casually, just as naturally embedded the
second hook into Barbara's right tit.
Leslie pulled the lines tight and then efficiently attached
them to two hooks which were in the arms the chair. The
effect was to pull Barbara's tits forward and away from her
body. Barbara knew that if she moved, the hooks would only
become more embedded in her flesh, and she doubt that Leslie,
or anyone for that matter, would remove them in any manner
other than the most painful way.
With this accomplished, Leslie turned and walked away from
Barbara, and back into the shadows.
It was only moments until Leslie returned, and emerging
from the shadows behind her were two muscular men who held
between them the struggling form of Allsion!
Barbara could hardly bear to watch as they brought Allison
up onto the "stage" and roughly threw her onto the bed. The
cuffs that were now evident on her wrists and ankles were
swiftly clamped to the rings, making Allison spread eagle on
the bed.
Allison was a pretty girl with a soft face and a pretty
smile. She wasn't knock-out beautiful, but would make
anyone's head turn. Her reddish-brown hair was shoulder
length, curling under at the ends, and her long bangs were
brushed over to the right.
But now the face was contorted and fading streaks from
tears left red impressions on her cheeks. Leslie approached
Allison as the two men stepped back. She looked at Barbara as
she took a knife from one of her pockets and quickly began
shredding Allison's clothes.
"We know that you know more than this little bitch knows,"
said the torturer as she removed Allison's shirt and just as
quickly, her bra. Now with her tits free, Barbara could see
that while the breasts were not anything spectacular, they
were almost perfect in form and color. The nipples were small
and flat with the contour of the breast. For a moment,
Barbara almost found herself wanting to suck on them, but
then realized what it was that she was contemplating.
"So, you now have a choice..." Leslie undid the slacks and
forcefully pulled them down to Allison's ankles and sliced
them off. "You can either tell me everything that I want to
know, or you can watch your friend here," she turned to the
restrained shape on the bed and with two quick slices, slit
off her panties, but not with out nicking her skin, leaving a
cut on her left side just above her thatch of pubic hair
which began to fill with crimson blood, "die slowly!"
Leslie licked her finger and then massaged the open wound.
With blood on her fingertips, she placed them into her mouth
and suck, no doubt relishing in the taste. She reached down
and gathered some more blood on her fingers and walked over
to Barbara. She slipped the finger across the space between
Barbara's taut breasts, leaving a trail of Allison's blood
between her tits. "The blood of your friend is on your
hands," she laughed as she went back to the bed.
Leslie kneeled down and slid the locker out from under the
bed and opened the lid. Barbara could not see into it as
Leslie's body blocked her view. As the lid was closed, the
pain-giver stood and walked over to Barbara once again.
"I will give you one more chance to tell me what I want to
know before I begin to reduce this beautiful young woman to
a battered, scarred, and hideous corpse." She tugged ever so
gently on the nylon lines which pulled on the hooks embedded
in Barbara's soft breasts for emphasis.
At that moment Barbara could see the implement that Leslie
held in her hand. It was nothing more than a pair of vise
grip pliers. Leslie saw that Barbara had noticed them and
smiled. "Yes, sometimes I find that simple things work the
best." She twisted the knob on the end which opened the jaws
just slightly and then released the catch, the pliers opening
it's maw wide.
"Well, I guess that it is time to begin!" She returned to
the outstretched Allison. The girl on the bed had pleading
eyes. Leslie took her bare hand and slapped at Allison's
small right tit. There was an ever so slight hardening of the
nipple after the blow. Leslie took her fingers and massaged
the nub as Allison squirmed.
"I hope that you can forgive your friend," she said,
looking Allison in the eye. "She would rather you suffer than
help me out." The pliers in Leslie's hand lowered down until
the jaws were positioned to clamp down on the tender flesh.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
NOOOOOO!!! PLEASE, STOPPPPP!" wailed Allison. Barbara
tried to blot out the situation by closing her eyes, but the
message was conveyed through the screams, and she knew that
she would not be able to blot out the look of sheer terror
that had been on Allison's face the millisecond after the
pliers closed on her nipple and the millisecond before her
scream had pierced the air.
With a morbid sense of curiosity opened her eyes after a
few moments and saw Allison trying to thrash about, the
pliers holding tight as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her
nipple was an ugly reddish purple and bulging. A trickle of
blood seeped down her tit.
After what seemed to be a minute or so, Leslie released the
visegrip. Another scream was soon splitting the air as she
had re-applied the tool after twisting the jaws closer
together.
"I am sure that you will enjoy it when I get down to her
clit and start in on that!" yelled Leslie over the screams
and begging of Allison. "And this is just the beginning!!!"
Barbara thought to herself, "I think that maybe it's time
to talk..."