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At home Barry greeted them with a worried look, though both women looked radiant, and Ken after locking the car arrived with the empty food basket and the hot meal puffing at the exertion.
Over tea the happy women laughed a lot, euphoria carrying the conversation, and Barry feeling a bit left out. After the meal Barbera did the washing up, while Celia Called her k**s, each parent in turn talking to Mya, and then the k**s, they had always loved Mya, a chubby aunt who lived with her rich husband in Sussex and who had no c***dren of her own, the ponies too were being taken good care of, along with Mya`s own welsh cob, all exercised daily, and all apparently in good spirits and from what Mya was saying enjoying life. They told her Celia was into hospital next day, and it would take a week or more before she would be out so Barry would phone each day.
A bottle of wine was produced, and sitting in the lounge they watched the skilfully cut DVD`s, Pauls product of the fixed camera and the hand held one, combined to make the full film. Barry sat transfixed, he kept glancing at each of the women in turn, amazed at what they had endured, and stammering that, “he had no idea…” etc. Barbera a little embarrassed made tea, and Celia nipped off to the bathroom so Ken took the opportunity to say that, “tomorrow will be the last of this set, and the debts would be fully paid,” adding that, “We will be starting late so when we get home, there will be less folk about, I suspect it will be straight to bed for our Celia, though it shouldn`t be so bad for Barbera, and it will look worse than it realy will be, but there will be marks!”
Barry looked shocked but nodded his understanding, saying, “he hated the whole idea, but that he understood the necessity and would he please ring when they left the farm,” Ken agreeing to that and asking if tonight, “Barry would do him the honour of allowing him to sleep with Celia, as so far she hasn`t and she so made him Horney!”
That agreed, they put the last of the DVD`s in the slot and awaited the return of the two women.
The sleeping arrangements explained, they watched the last film, Celia seeing her partner of yesterday in the act for the very first time! Remarks about Monika and her sadistic smiles, being rife, Barry not saying a lot, and Celia shooting him a look that said, she intuitively knew why, though she stayed silent on the subject so as not to alarm Barry, he being worried enough already, and anyway her own butterflies seemed the size of bats.
Ken sleeping with her both that night, silently and gently, both of them avoiding the subject of tomorrow like it was poison. They slept till dawn, Celia only fitfully, waking as the sun came up creeping from her bed to make tea, and meeting Barbera in the kitchen on the same mission. She two had slept but not well, Barry having in her words, “seemed as if he wanted to talk more than fuck, he having worried over us all week, and knowing what a sacrifice you… well we are making he is terrified about today!”
Till then they had not spoken of Celia`s husbands prowess in bed, it hadn`t seemed appropriate. Tears formed, and Celia said she, “was scared, though she was definitely determined to go through with it… for the family!”
Barbera, reassured her, wiping away the tears like a mother with a c***d having fallen, proving that they were closer than they ever before, holding her in a most trouble shared way and reassured her.
Washed and refreshed, they each took a tray to their respective overnight partners, the day had begun.
Dressed in good but expendable underclothing under old summer dresses, both wearing mascara as instructed and carrying dressing gowns to come home in. They pulled into the farm where they saw a loose horse, fully saddled, the women catching it and leading it to a stall, Ken setting off on foot to find the unseated rider, young Harrold, the limited area of his unaccompanied ride, being in the orchard he was easy to locate. They found him sat, dazed and blubbing like a baby having been unseated by a low branch. Ken taking the bruised lad, to his home. Barbera quietly hissing in Celia`s ear “Karma!” Which rather broke the tension of the morning.
On his return Ken poured coffee, then gave them copies of the ‘script!’ such as it was, there were big gaps in each of their copies, Ken saying that, “it was to allow them to express themselves as they reacted to the unexpected, it being more spontaneous that way!” the two women exchanged glances, Barbera saying, “you mean to scream!” he smiled, but said nothing.
The script called for them to start off by being fully dressed, just as they had been instructed, both women bound at the wrists and on leads, and their first abuser would be Oliver, he would be seen to be buying the two women from a hooded figure that never showed his face, that was actually to be Ken in a monks robe!
Both women by this time were quaking with nerves, Barbera was first to be tied, by young Eric her hands pinioned behind her back the rope wrapped around the wrists making her feel very vulnerable, she was then collared by Ken. Next it was Celia`s turn she turning her back and positioning her own wrists in a gesture of accepting the inevitable. This was soon accomplished, and wide collar tightly wrapped around her neck. These were connected to each other by two long thin chains.
Ken, donned the monks robe, he habitually wore sandals due to his bunions, so it was just a case of rolling up the trousers and removing the socks and the disguise was complete. There was a scurry for folk to take up their instruments, Eric with a sound boom, Paul on camera, and Oliver behind the door of the dungeon.
Ken picked up the chains and telling the women to “brace yourselves its going to be a long day!” a fact they had already gleaned, he called “Action!”
They went through the charade of a sale of the two women to the dungeon keeper, cash changing hands as the chain was handed over to a triumphant Oliver. The monk left and once out of shot called “cut!”.
Oliver was dressed in a loin cloth, bare footed, turban and best gravy browning tan, his fat belly shining in the low lighting of the set, and his face set in a scowl that said he was perfect as an inquisitor!
Ken now in his directors role told the ladies to fight back a bit, though he knew neither lady was a match for Oliver, a fit if fat farm worker.
On the cry of “Action” Oliver hung the chains on a convenient hooks, then dealing with Barbera, first. He attached wrist cuffs, released the bindings and despite her fighting as best an elderly arthritic lady could, she was soon attached to rings on the wall, and detached from the chain her arms spread like a crucifixion. Celia had attempted to assist her companion, but the chain and the collar had meant it was in vain, she just could not reach, even with her best kick.
Oliver was taking no chances with this bigger stronger woman, so he passed cords through two convenient rings, then attached then to the cuffs and the cuffs to the wrists thus when he released the bindings just by pulling on the cords Celia found herself dragged to the spread state her mother in law was already in, but on the opposite wall.
The women faced one another now, about 15 feet apart, arms outstretched, wrists secured to rings both still in collars and still fully dressed. Both looking alarmed, and it was not faked.
“cut!” the sound of Kens voice rang round the room, “right now who`s going first, we need to strip one of them, then attach clamps and I want close ups, oh and you might want to secure those ankles, a kick in the nuts is the last thing you need at this stage of the job!”
“Action!” as instructed, Oliver secured the ankles of both women despite their attempts to kick him. A large knife appeared and taking himself to Barbera he began cutting away the old summer frock, her underclothing was a good white set, nothing lacy of flash, but a longline bra, girdle, and full knickers with stockings. The lighting had by now been turned up very slowly, so the elderly body, a body that until just a few weeks back hadn’t seen a man`s hand much less a dick for years, that secured body was becoming aroused.
In her mind she knew that hundreds if not thousands of men would be seeing this film, her… probably sex starved men tools in hand, seed spitting from them as they watched her body be stripped, ravished, and pained. Few men in her lifetime had ever seen her naked, and now… it was all too much, but it was differently exciting!
The knife, it`s back a bar of icy cold steel, slid along her right shoulder, the strap of the bra severing and it`s valued support vanishing, Oliver`s eyes on hers, making that link, that channel direct to her brain, she knowing from the messages that he was here to humiliate her, hurt her, and knowing instinctively that he was enjoying every tiny inch of the situation. Defiantly she glared back as the second strap fell away. The mocking eyes told her where the blade would strike next. She was not wrong, cold steel, flat on her bare mid-rift as the blade slid flat under the wide bra, the sharp tip slithering up between those saggy old breasts, to turn on its back then saw its way through the thick materiel.
The cups fell way, exaggerating the feel of cool air on soft breasts, the rags that were once her bra trapping itself behind her between buttock and wall, unnoticed, her eyes and his still fixed in this strange mutual link. Celia watching, silently transfixed, knowing this was just the start, the run up.
The blade descended, slid across the soft saggy belly the blunt back of the tip tracing a line in the yielding flesh, showing the woman that with a slight twist he could disembowel her instantly if the mood so took him. The blade twisted slid under the waist band of the knickers pulled away from her body by the fingers of his spare hand, savouring the thin fabric, allowing the blade to slither downwards shredding the thin cotton from waist to leg, ta then cut across her sex in a second run from leg to leg, rendering the once fine knickers, rags. The ruined item falling to the floor and allowing cool air to now reaching her fast dampening pussy. Outside the ain battered on the barn roof, noisy in this breath-holding silent world.
The girdle was a tougher proposition, so upwards working from the left leg the blade needed a sawing action to reach the saggy waist, the supporting garment, after a moments resistance falling away hanging on its suspenders from the stockings. A slash at each of the suspenders rendered even this last defence futile, the blade leaving the ruined stockings in tatters.
Her eyes closed knowing this stage was now over and he stepped back to allow the camera free reign to examine the mature woman`s saggy old if feminine body in detail, before the cry of “Cut” and “Brilliant” brought proceedings to a halt once more.
Eric, brought round bottled water, which he held for both ladies in turn, dry mouths were revitalised, Celia calling out to Barbera, “was she ok?” receiving a non-committal nod in reply. They heard the door clatter some-one had slipped in, but in the glare of the set lights the women could not see who had taken a seat after shaking off a raincoat. over in the dark rest area
The camera returned, a fresh film in place, the men took their places and after a pause the call, “ready” received a round of nods, then “Action!” Oliver stepped forward, lifted a sagging left breast slipping the claw of a clamp over the semi-stiff nipple, her eyes never left his face, as he began twisting the knob, tightening the clamp till it just pinched onto the brown fleshy nipple as it stiffened.
Flopping that breast back to hang against her body. He took up the other cupping it lovingly, then slipping on another tiny claw and tightening it till it too was just gripping. Again, he with a smile he returned to the first clamp, half a turn, then slowly, giving alternate breasts half a turn on each clamp. their eyes having met once more, his searching her defiant glare half a turn, then half a turn more, anything to keep the mind from the pain now shooting to her brain from those poor squashed nipples… A vision of her schoolmaster all those years ago, the words of the charge of the light brigade ringing in her near hysterical brain …half a league half a league… she allowed herself to cry out, it was too much, “stop… please, oh please stop…!” Tears fell, the reason for the mascara becoming obvious, black dribbles running down her cheeks, highlighting the tears.
She became aware the tightening had stopped, her nipples becoming a field of compressed nerves, deep throbbing pain nagging at her brain, her nipples in more discomfort than ever before, but the bastard was walking away, “no…don’t leave me like this… no… please no,” but through the tears she saw him opening the dungeon door, letting another person in, a cloaked woman, Barbera`s screaming brain registering that under that cloak was Monika, Oliver`s fat and very sadistic wife. Instantly, registering things had just got much worse, knowing that there would now be no chance of any quarter as this woman she instinctively knew was an out and out sadist, her own throbbing teats became just a sideshow, as sheer terror took over her already screaming mind, as the pair approached Celia, she would later feel guilt at that thought, but just now, all she could feel was just relief they had not come to her.
Due to the door being recessed back on her side of the room, it being out of her line of vision, for Celia, the sight of her companions face suddenly becoming horrified, had her craning her neck to see, The vision of Monika, her face set in that sadistic smile, and appearing in front of her, took her breath from her and she too instantly knew this was not good news.
It was immediately apparent who wore the trousers in the couples house, Oliver being told to, “Get the clothes off her then, how can I enjoy her if she`s clothed, and not with that knife either it takes too long and I want to play NOW!” With that she turned to Barbera, smiling as she realised the clamps were so tight, and tapping each clamp in turn, marvelling at the reaction, and the pathetic cry each tap produced.
a call of “cut “once more brought things to a stop. Ken suggesting the camera focused on Celia, and it could return to Monika`s games with Barbera later… a piece of news Barbera was not keen to hear!
A pair of gardening pruners appeared in Oliver`s hand and on the cry of “Action,” he began once more to cut and remove Celia`s clothes, in roughly the same order, the suspender belt being only a blue thin strip it was left whole and adding to the sensuous look of the bigger, younger body. Monika apparently approving and nodding as the body was exposed to her gaze.
For the first time she spoke at her victim, “I hope your in good voice as I enjoy screams, they turn me on wickedly!” it was then Celia noticed the black box Monika had in her hand since the break, seeing her glance the smile broadened, and opening the box, the contents being shown to her intended target. All manner of needles glittered menacingly in the light, thin surgical needles, some long some short all with plastic connectors of various collars, Monika voice promising that they were “all freshly boiled and sterile and they hurt like hell”
She then proceeded to show how right she was, small needle caps soon standing out on Celia`s bosom like bristles in a hedgehog, each adding o the desperate cries of the woman as one after another they stabbed into the soft tissue. Monika showed her enjoyment of each note, each slow thrust of the tiny sharp steel rods as they pierced the skin twenty or more having been placed when she ran out of the smaller shorter variety. She picked the next and twisted it in front of the terrified woman`s eyes, savouring the look as her victim watched her gentle hand cupping the left breast placing the point on the as yet untouched areola, then slowly, oh so slowly and remorselessly piercing the brown ring under the nipple and begin forcing the steel up through the breast, milk duct nerves, flesh all tearing to let the invader through. The scream as this went on echoing around the old building, to the joy of both Monika and Oliver, but the sad and tearful disgust of Barbera.
The men present showed an indifference to the woman`s suffering, all three stiff in their trousers, but intent on their duties. As paul said later, “that’s what they were there for!” the right breast now became the target, exactly as before but worse in that Celia knew what to expect. Head back, mouth open and howling like a banshee as the needle burst from the top skin, skewering the breast on the steel like some hideous barbeque.
Monika stepped back to admire her handywork, loving the pain she had inflicted, and revelling in the screams still issuing from the woman`s mouth. She hissed at her husband, “take out the small ones, and don’t you dare lose any.” He began harvesting the tiny needles, dropping them into their box, each leaving tiny droplets, and each jiggling their two longer cousins, causing the poor woman yet more grief.
The job finished he turned to his gloating wife, and with a nod, she sent him scurrying to lose the box, returning with two multi strand whips. They now released the ankle cuff`s before taking an arm apiece and lifted down the broken woman, taking care not to let her get her hands to her breasts the victim soon found herself stood mudroom her arms above her, secured and her chastisers on either side whips in hand flaying her poor ravished body, on belly back and backside. Celia had soon lost her voice, and long out of tears, her skin now a red and striped mess, as she hung unable to accept any more punishment, near u*********s as she realised that they had stopped. The final heart wrenching pain coming as the two smiling chastisers while kissing one another and obviously aroused, hauled the two long needles out of the flesh together in a single stroke the agony of the with-drawl fetching on mutual climaxes.
A voice cried, “CUT” the two perpetrators scuttling away, and Ken, and Paul bringing Celia, back with a bucket of well-aimed water, spraying her with an pain easing antiseptic and lowering her to the floor to recover. Eric seeing to the older woman, removing clamps from long forgotten and very numb nipples, then removing cuffs as the returning blood cased pain of an unbelievable magnitude. Washed and dressed in their dressing gowns they were soon away home leaving any clean up and so on to the father and son team.
Barry the shop closed was sitting behind his counter waiting, the door quickly opened when they staggered in, knowing at first glance not to ask anything, and locking up as they shuffled past and off to the bedroom.
He looked relieved, the debts were paid, and he now had his Celia back…or did he?
At home Barry greeted them with a worried look, though both women looked radiant, and Ken after locking the car arrived with the empty food basket and the hot meal puffing at the exertion.
Over tea the happy women laughed a lot, euphoria carrying the conversation, and Barry feeling a bit left out. After the meal Barbera did the washing up, while Celia Called her k**s, each parent in turn talking to Mya, and then the k**s, they had always loved Mya, a chubby aunt who lived with her rich husband in Sussex and who had no c***dren of her own, the ponies too were being taken good care of, along with Mya`s own welsh cob, all exercised daily, and all apparently in good spirits and from what Mya was saying enjoying life. They told her Celia was into hospital next day, and it would take a week or more before she would be out so Barry would phone each day.
A bottle of wine was produced, and sitting in the lounge they watched the skilfully cut DVD`s, Pauls product of the fixed camera and the hand held one, combined to make the full film. Barry sat transfixed, he kept glancing at each of the women in turn, amazed at what they had endured, and stammering that, “he had no idea…” etc. Barbera a little embarrassed made tea, and Celia nipped off to the bathroom so Ken took the opportunity to say that, “tomorrow will be the last of this set, and the debts would be fully paid,” adding that, “We will be starting late so when we get home, there will be less folk about, I suspect it will be straight to bed for our Celia, though it shouldn`t be so bad for Barbera, and it will look worse than it realy will be, but there will be marks!”
Barry looked shocked but nodded his understanding, saying, “he hated the whole idea, but that he understood the necessity and would he please ring when they left the farm,” Ken agreeing to that and asking if tonight, “Barry would do him the honour of allowing him to sleep with Celia, as so far she hasn`t and she so made him Horney!”
That agreed, they put the last of the DVD`s in the slot and awaited the return of the two women.
The sleeping arrangements explained, they watched the last film, Celia seeing her partner of yesterday in the act for the very first time! Remarks about Monika and her sadistic smiles, being rife, Barry not saying a lot, and Celia shooting him a look that said, she intuitively knew why, though she stayed silent on the subject so as not to alarm Barry, he being worried enough already, and anyway her own butterflies seemed the size of bats.
Ken sleeping with her both that night, silently and gently, both of them avoiding the subject of tomorrow like it was poison. They slept till dawn, Celia only fitfully, waking as the sun came up creeping from her bed to make tea, and meeting Barbera in the kitchen on the same mission. She two had slept but not well, Barry having in her words, “seemed as if he wanted to talk more than fuck, he having worried over us all week, and knowing what a sacrifice you… well we are making he is terrified about today!”
Till then they had not spoken of Celia`s husbands prowess in bed, it hadn`t seemed appropriate. Tears formed, and Celia said she, “was scared, though she was definitely determined to go through with it… for the family!”
Barbera, reassured her, wiping away the tears like a mother with a c***d having fallen, proving that they were closer than they ever before, holding her in a most trouble shared way and reassured her.
Washed and refreshed, they each took a tray to their respective overnight partners, the day had begun.
Dressed in good but expendable underclothing under old summer dresses, both wearing mascara as instructed and carrying dressing gowns to come home in. They pulled into the farm where they saw a loose horse, fully saddled, the women catching it and leading it to a stall, Ken setting off on foot to find the unseated rider, young Harrold, the limited area of his unaccompanied ride, being in the orchard he was easy to locate. They found him sat, dazed and blubbing like a baby having been unseated by a low branch. Ken taking the bruised lad, to his home. Barbera quietly hissing in Celia`s ear “Karma!” Which rather broke the tension of the morning.
On his return Ken poured coffee, then gave them copies of the ‘script!’ such as it was, there were big gaps in each of their copies, Ken saying that, “it was to allow them to express themselves as they reacted to the unexpected, it being more spontaneous that way!” the two women exchanged glances, Barbera saying, “you mean to scream!” he smiled, but said nothing.
The script called for them to start off by being fully dressed, just as they had been instructed, both women bound at the wrists and on leads, and their first abuser would be Oliver, he would be seen to be buying the two women from a hooded figure that never showed his face, that was actually to be Ken in a monks robe!
Both women by this time were quaking with nerves, Barbera was first to be tied, by young Eric her hands pinioned behind her back the rope wrapped around the wrists making her feel very vulnerable, she was then collared by Ken. Next it was Celia`s turn she turning her back and positioning her own wrists in a gesture of accepting the inevitable. This was soon accomplished, and wide collar tightly wrapped around her neck. These were connected to each other by two long thin chains.
Ken, donned the monks robe, he habitually wore sandals due to his bunions, so it was just a case of rolling up the trousers and removing the socks and the disguise was complete. There was a scurry for folk to take up their instruments, Eric with a sound boom, Paul on camera, and Oliver behind the door of the dungeon.
Ken picked up the chains and telling the women to “brace yourselves its going to be a long day!” a fact they had already gleaned, he called “Action!”
They went through the charade of a sale of the two women to the dungeon keeper, cash changing hands as the chain was handed over to a triumphant Oliver. The monk left and once out of shot called “cut!”.
Oliver was dressed in a loin cloth, bare footed, turban and best gravy browning tan, his fat belly shining in the low lighting of the set, and his face set in a scowl that said he was perfect as an inquisitor!
Ken now in his directors role told the ladies to fight back a bit, though he knew neither lady was a match for Oliver, a fit if fat farm worker.
On the cry of “Action” Oliver hung the chains on a convenient hooks, then dealing with Barbera, first. He attached wrist cuffs, released the bindings and despite her fighting as best an elderly arthritic lady could, she was soon attached to rings on the wall, and detached from the chain her arms spread like a crucifixion. Celia had attempted to assist her companion, but the chain and the collar had meant it was in vain, she just could not reach, even with her best kick.
Oliver was taking no chances with this bigger stronger woman, so he passed cords through two convenient rings, then attached then to the cuffs and the cuffs to the wrists thus when he released the bindings just by pulling on the cords Celia found herself dragged to the spread state her mother in law was already in, but on the opposite wall.
The women faced one another now, about 15 feet apart, arms outstretched, wrists secured to rings both still in collars and still fully dressed. Both looking alarmed, and it was not faked.
“cut!” the sound of Kens voice rang round the room, “right now who`s going first, we need to strip one of them, then attach clamps and I want close ups, oh and you might want to secure those ankles, a kick in the nuts is the last thing you need at this stage of the job!”
“Action!” as instructed, Oliver secured the ankles of both women despite their attempts to kick him. A large knife appeared and taking himself to Barbera he began cutting away the old summer frock, her underclothing was a good white set, nothing lacy of flash, but a longline bra, girdle, and full knickers with stockings. The lighting had by now been turned up very slowly, so the elderly body, a body that until just a few weeks back hadn’t seen a man`s hand much less a dick for years, that secured body was becoming aroused.
In her mind she knew that hundreds if not thousands of men would be seeing this film, her… probably sex starved men tools in hand, seed spitting from them as they watched her body be stripped, ravished, and pained. Few men in her lifetime had ever seen her naked, and now… it was all too much, but it was differently exciting!
The knife, it`s back a bar of icy cold steel, slid along her right shoulder, the strap of the bra severing and it`s valued support vanishing, Oliver`s eyes on hers, making that link, that channel direct to her brain, she knowing from the messages that he was here to humiliate her, hurt her, and knowing instinctively that he was enjoying every tiny inch of the situation. Defiantly she glared back as the second strap fell away. The mocking eyes told her where the blade would strike next. She was not wrong, cold steel, flat on her bare mid-rift as the blade slid flat under the wide bra, the sharp tip slithering up between those saggy old breasts, to turn on its back then saw its way through the thick materiel.
The cups fell way, exaggerating the feel of cool air on soft breasts, the rags that were once her bra trapping itself behind her between buttock and wall, unnoticed, her eyes and his still fixed in this strange mutual link. Celia watching, silently transfixed, knowing this was just the start, the run up.
The blade descended, slid across the soft saggy belly the blunt back of the tip tracing a line in the yielding flesh, showing the woman that with a slight twist he could disembowel her instantly if the mood so took him. The blade twisted slid under the waist band of the knickers pulled away from her body by the fingers of his spare hand, savouring the thin fabric, allowing the blade to slither downwards shredding the thin cotton from waist to leg, ta then cut across her sex in a second run from leg to leg, rendering the once fine knickers, rags. The ruined item falling to the floor and allowing cool air to now reaching her fast dampening pussy. Outside the ain battered on the barn roof, noisy in this breath-holding silent world.
The girdle was a tougher proposition, so upwards working from the left leg the blade needed a sawing action to reach the saggy waist, the supporting garment, after a moments resistance falling away hanging on its suspenders from the stockings. A slash at each of the suspenders rendered even this last defence futile, the blade leaving the ruined stockings in tatters.
Her eyes closed knowing this stage was now over and he stepped back to allow the camera free reign to examine the mature woman`s saggy old if feminine body in detail, before the cry of “Cut” and “Brilliant” brought proceedings to a halt once more.
Eric, brought round bottled water, which he held for both ladies in turn, dry mouths were revitalised, Celia calling out to Barbera, “was she ok?” receiving a non-committal nod in reply. They heard the door clatter some-one had slipped in, but in the glare of the set lights the women could not see who had taken a seat after shaking off a raincoat. over in the dark rest area
The camera returned, a fresh film in place, the men took their places and after a pause the call, “ready” received a round of nods, then “Action!” Oliver stepped forward, lifted a sagging left breast slipping the claw of a clamp over the semi-stiff nipple, her eyes never left his face, as he began twisting the knob, tightening the clamp till it just pinched onto the brown fleshy nipple as it stiffened.
Flopping that breast back to hang against her body. He took up the other cupping it lovingly, then slipping on another tiny claw and tightening it till it too was just gripping. Again, he with a smile he returned to the first clamp, half a turn, then slowly, giving alternate breasts half a turn on each clamp. their eyes having met once more, his searching her defiant glare half a turn, then half a turn more, anything to keep the mind from the pain now shooting to her brain from those poor squashed nipples… A vision of her schoolmaster all those years ago, the words of the charge of the light brigade ringing in her near hysterical brain …half a league half a league… she allowed herself to cry out, it was too much, “stop… please, oh please stop…!” Tears fell, the reason for the mascara becoming obvious, black dribbles running down her cheeks, highlighting the tears.
She became aware the tightening had stopped, her nipples becoming a field of compressed nerves, deep throbbing pain nagging at her brain, her nipples in more discomfort than ever before, but the bastard was walking away, “no…don’t leave me like this… no… please no,” but through the tears she saw him opening the dungeon door, letting another person in, a cloaked woman, Barbera`s screaming brain registering that under that cloak was Monika, Oliver`s fat and very sadistic wife. Instantly, registering things had just got much worse, knowing that there would now be no chance of any quarter as this woman she instinctively knew was an out and out sadist, her own throbbing teats became just a sideshow, as sheer terror took over her already screaming mind, as the pair approached Celia, she would later feel guilt at that thought, but just now, all she could feel was just relief they had not come to her.
Due to the door being recessed back on her side of the room, it being out of her line of vision, for Celia, the sight of her companions face suddenly becoming horrified, had her craning her neck to see, The vision of Monika, her face set in that sadistic smile, and appearing in front of her, took her breath from her and she too instantly knew this was not good news.
It was immediately apparent who wore the trousers in the couples house, Oliver being told to, “Get the clothes off her then, how can I enjoy her if she`s clothed, and not with that knife either it takes too long and I want to play NOW!” With that she turned to Barbera, smiling as she realised the clamps were so tight, and tapping each clamp in turn, marvelling at the reaction, and the pathetic cry each tap produced.
a call of “cut “once more brought things to a stop. Ken suggesting the camera focused on Celia, and it could return to Monika`s games with Barbera later… a piece of news Barbera was not keen to hear!
A pair of gardening pruners appeared in Oliver`s hand and on the cry of “Action,” he began once more to cut and remove Celia`s clothes, in roughly the same order, the suspender belt being only a blue thin strip it was left whole and adding to the sensuous look of the bigger, younger body. Monika apparently approving and nodding as the body was exposed to her gaze.
For the first time she spoke at her victim, “I hope your in good voice as I enjoy screams, they turn me on wickedly!” it was then Celia noticed the black box Monika had in her hand since the break, seeing her glance the smile broadened, and opening the box, the contents being shown to her intended target. All manner of needles glittered menacingly in the light, thin surgical needles, some long some short all with plastic connectors of various collars, Monika voice promising that they were “all freshly boiled and sterile and they hurt like hell”
She then proceeded to show how right she was, small needle caps soon standing out on Celia`s bosom like bristles in a hedgehog, each adding o the desperate cries of the woman as one after another they stabbed into the soft tissue. Monika showed her enjoyment of each note, each slow thrust of the tiny sharp steel rods as they pierced the skin twenty or more having been placed when she ran out of the smaller shorter variety. She picked the next and twisted it in front of the terrified woman`s eyes, savouring the look as her victim watched her gentle hand cupping the left breast placing the point on the as yet untouched areola, then slowly, oh so slowly and remorselessly piercing the brown ring under the nipple and begin forcing the steel up through the breast, milk duct nerves, flesh all tearing to let the invader through. The scream as this went on echoing around the old building, to the joy of both Monika and Oliver, but the sad and tearful disgust of Barbera.
The men present showed an indifference to the woman`s suffering, all three stiff in their trousers, but intent on their duties. As paul said later, “that’s what they were there for!” the right breast now became the target, exactly as before but worse in that Celia knew what to expect. Head back, mouth open and howling like a banshee as the needle burst from the top skin, skewering the breast on the steel like some hideous barbeque.
Monika stepped back to admire her handywork, loving the pain she had inflicted, and revelling in the screams still issuing from the woman`s mouth. She hissed at her husband, “take out the small ones, and don’t you dare lose any.” He began harvesting the tiny needles, dropping them into their box, each leaving tiny droplets, and each jiggling their two longer cousins, causing the poor woman yet more grief.
The job finished he turned to his gloating wife, and with a nod, she sent him scurrying to lose the box, returning with two multi strand whips. They now released the ankle cuff`s before taking an arm apiece and lifted down the broken woman, taking care not to let her get her hands to her breasts the victim soon found herself stood mudroom her arms above her, secured and her chastisers on either side whips in hand flaying her poor ravished body, on belly back and backside. Celia had soon lost her voice, and long out of tears, her skin now a red and striped mess, as she hung unable to accept any more punishment, near u*********s as she realised that they had stopped. The final heart wrenching pain coming as the two smiling chastisers while kissing one another and obviously aroused, hauled the two long needles out of the flesh together in a single stroke the agony of the with-drawl fetching on mutual climaxes.
A voice cried, “CUT” the two perpetrators scuttling away, and Ken, and Paul bringing Celia, back with a bucket of well-aimed water, spraying her with an pain easing antiseptic and lowering her to the floor to recover. Eric seeing to the older woman, removing clamps from long forgotten and very numb nipples, then removing cuffs as the returning blood cased pain of an unbelievable magnitude. Washed and dressed in their dressing gowns they were soon away home leaving any clean up and so on to the father and son team.
Barry the shop closed was sitting behind his counter waiting, the door quickly opened when they staggered in, knowing at first glance not to ask anything, and locking up as they shuffled past and off to the bedroom.
He looked relieved, the debts were paid, and he now had his Celia back…or did he?
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