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MAMMARY DISTRESS

Erik Von Schmiser 

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This tale deals with the refined and detailed torture of women, centered almost exclusively on their breasts. 

Subjects/victims may be zealous, fanatical masochists, searching for the ever elusive ultimate in pain, others will be those unfortunate enough to have attracted the attention of one or more of those whose greatest pleasure in life is inflicting  horrific pain in the most savage and barbaric ways imaginable on helpless women. This is not a bland, vanilla imitation.......... It is a narrative of explicit, violent, sadistic torment and torture.. There will be considerable screaming and begging, pleading for mercy..  Such a thing is unknown to these people.
 
If such actions offend your delicate nature or views, save everyone, most of all yourself, the pain of continuing.  

And PLEASE!  Remember, it's all fiction.


Chapter 1


These name of this group of passionate devotees, and practioners  of the torture of women is known as the "quiet ones." Their methods result in anything BUT quiet. They don't advertise their calling.. Those desiring their services find their way to them quite nicely, and those "involuntary guests" have no say in the matter.

Their den of horrors consists of a large isolated estate with no close by habitation. A prerequisite for such a noisy endeavor.  (The screaming you know.) The property encompasses many acres, they even have their own airfield to make "deliveries" convenient and private. 

No attempt is made to suppress or muffle the continual screaming of it's " customers" and "guests". They luxuriate in the results of the plying of their craft. Too, hearing the screams of other patrons seems to add to the  delectation of the customers, and to the terror of "guests".

All in all a quite happy and pleasant group.


"JOY"

Joy is a lifelong masochist.  From where her preoccupation with pain springs is not known.  No matter, she has been in search of those who will subject her to any kind of abuse resulting in ever escalating levels of pain most of her adult life. She seems to have an unlimited source of income.  Her most trusted employee is Isaac, a huge black hulk of a man whose ostensible job is security at her extensive estate.  His real job is to assure she is strung up and lashed viciously each week, centering on her luxuriant breasts,  or whatever other punishment she dreams up.  He is slavishly devoted to Joy, and nothing is allowed to interfere with her wishes and desires.

Several of her friends are closet masochists too and it was one of them who appraised her of the existence of the group. It took Joy little time obtaining the necessary information to contact them and arrange a meeting.

The group maintained a low profile but still maintained luxurious quarters in a large city where they interviewed prospective clients. 

It was necessary for her to complete an extensive questionnaire and submit it to them before they would even grant her an interview.  Her request for such interview  was approved and an appointment for an in-depth interview arranged.

The appointment day came and Joy was quite excited at the possibility of availing herself of the promised "services." Of finding someone to truly torture her and under conditions she could not control or stop if it got too heavy for even her. Once committed she would be a virtual prisoner of these diabolical torturers. She arrived punctually at the specified time and place, her panties damp in anticipation.

She was ushered into a large office and told to make herself comfortable by the interviewer. As she entered she noticed the heavy oak door had fat rubber cushioning around the perimeter, the windows were triple pane and she realized the walls appeared to be padded too.  The room was soundproof.

"My name is Frederick, and I will ask you a few more questions and you may ask your own."

"As the information supplied states, we offer a very comprehensive course of treatment.  They are thorough and if you truly desire that which you expressed in the questionnaire I am sure you will receive all you wish, and more."

"I certainly hope so. I desperately want someone to take me to my limits and beyond."

"Let me make one thing absolutely. "There ARE NO LIMITS". We will do as we see fit to you.  No amount of pleading or begging of any kind will have any effect on your treatment.  Screams will avail you nothing. In fact we encourage them, and believe me you WILL scream!" Your stay will end only when the time you have paid for expires.  Do you understand?"

"Oh yes, of course.  How soon may I start?"

"You will make arrangements to be absent from your normal place of habitation and  make it clear that once you leave you will be unreachable until the date you specify which will be at the end of your contracted stay with us."

"I'm ready immediately and have already given a letter to my solicitor explaining my absence.  It is also my understanding that my man Isaac may accompany me and observe my treatments.  Is that correct?"

"Indeed it is. Here are your  instructions regarding transportation to the manor.  You can leave within the hour via our private jet.  Before you leave I must ask you to view a short film of some of our treatments  But first there is the matter of payment."

"Here is a certified, insured check for the full amount.  $150,000 dollars.  Is that correct?"

"Certainly madam.  Congratulations you are now our property."

"Of course, I understand completely.  The film will give me something to look forward to."

"You can be assured it will do that."

With that Frederick touched a few buttons on a desk console and the lighting in the room was subdued and the huge plasma TV screen on the wall came to life with a drawn out ear piercing scream  The stark image on the screen explained the shrieking.  A woman of about her own age hung naked and suspended on an iron frame.  Her arms were stretched wide and her large prominent breasts bulged from her chest.  A large, heavily muscled man stood in front of her a little to one side.  He was savagely beating her unprotected globes with a stout bamboo cane.  Each blow sunk deeply into the soft flesh of her breasts, nearly disappearing into them.  They were already heavily striated by angry red weal's, he obviously had been beating her breasts for some time. She screamed continually, struggling futilely against the cruel straps holding her. The flagellating continued for several more minutes before the scene changed.  A young girl, no more than 18-19 was bent back over a steel bar, her manacled wrists were bent around it and hooked to a tight iron band about her waist.  Her voluminous breasts were thrust up and forward.  Cords had been  looped around each of her nipples and pulled up  grotesquely.  An exotic looking woman was burning designs into the flesh of her tits with a glowing, smoldering iron.  Interspersed with her howls of agony she begged and pleaded for the woman to stop.  She thrashed and struggled in her bindings as the woman stripped the skin from a breast.

The display went on for 30 minutes, each scene more savage and heinous than the previous.

"This dear lady is what is in store for you once you arrive at our manse. One last thing before you leave.  Remove your clothes"

"What?  Now? Here?"

"Yes! here and now!  And be quick about it, remember you now belong to me, body and soul. You will do as I and my colleagues order.  Now strip. I want to inspect this package you described in your application."

"Joy quickly regained her composure.  Of course, she willingly had surrendered her freedom for the status as a piece of meat to be done with as wanted.

Joy quickly disrobed, removing skirt and blouse, but before she could go further Frederick stopped her. 

Joy stands 5ft 6inches, weighs 128pounds, with flaming red hair which cascades down her back nearly to her delightful derriere.  Her legs are long for her height and beautifully formed.  Her voluminous breasts thrust forward stupendously, unrestrained by brassiere there is not a hint of sag, the nipples fat, stiff and erect, protruding nearly an inch from the aureoles.  Frederick had stopped her because he wished to admire her appearance.. She wore a  black leather bustier ending below those stupendous mounds.  Straps from the bottom held up dark stockings and her feet were shod in  sexy, strappy sandals with 6 inch heels.  She was indeed a luscious sight to behold.  Frederick licked his lips and you could almost hear his thoughts of how fortunate he was to have such a morsel to do with as he pleased.

"Quite impressive my dear.  I just had to see them for myself. Are they really 38 HH?"

"Yes they are.  And they're real, no silicone here."

"This is indeed going to be a pleasure."

He stepped closer and grasped one of the huge nipples, pinching and drawing it out.
Joy didn't even flinch, just closed her eyes and drew in a sharp breath, a slight moan of ecstasy escaping her lips as he released the nubbin.

" Yes indeed, a real pleasure. You may dress now.  Here are travel papers for you and your man.  Go directly to the airport, the plane is waiting."

"Oh thank you. I'm sure things are going to go wonderfully."

If she only realized what lay in store she might have had some misgivings..

Joy and Isaac were whisked to the airport and in no time at all were airborne, enroute to a hell she could scarcely imagine.

The flight only took a couple of hours and as they prepared to land Joy could see the huge mansion and grounds.  She also noticed that even from their altitude there was not a single sign of any habitation in  site in any direction.  After landing the plane taxied to a hangar at one side.  They deplaned and were again whisked away in a limousine.  It was  a short drive to the mansion and they got out and entered. A well built young man greeted them and told them to follow him. They entered a long hallway which led to another part of the mansion.  As they moved further from the entrance hall noises could be heard which soon became a cacophony of screams.  More than one person was being horribly tortured somewhere close by.. Joy's heart was racing. As they moved further into the building screaming grew in volume.  The young man escorting them smiled as each new shriek of agony reverberated through the halls.  Joy thought, my God, soon those howls of pain will be coming from me.  She was so excited juices were dribbling down her thigh, she was trembling in anticipation.

They were moving down a long stone hallway with iron doors set into the masonry on either side.  They stopped before one and their escort said, "This is yours.  Before you enter, remove your clothes.  A message from Frederick wishes you to leave just your underclothes on, you will however remove the rest.

Joy was a little take aback to disrobe in the passageway but realized that she was a prisoner and did as told.  He opened the door and pushed her in. 

"Hertha will be here shortly to settle you in."

The iron door clanged closed and the lock clicked.

Her "room" was a stark stone cell 12 ft square.  Chains dangled from rings imbedded in the wall and the stone ceiling. A stainless steel toilet occupied a corner,  A solitary water tap stuck from a wall.  No bed, no chair, nothing.  She sat on the toilet and waited. 

Hertha arrived shortly thereafter.  She was a large, buxom, blonde woman with a carryall for her accoutrements.  She quickly went to work placing leather cuffs around Joy's wrists and ankles.  She dragged Joy over under a couple of chains hanging from the overhead and stretched an arm up and latched it fast.  She did the same with the other wrist.  Joy was forced up till her toes were some inches above the stone floor.  She expected the woman would take a whip of some sort from her bag and give her a whipping, however when she had hung Joy up, she picked up her carryall and left the cell.

Joy waited for someone to come and do something.  After all she was here to be abused.  Time passed and no one came.  Her arms began to ache, her weight was beginning to tell.  She searched with her toes for some contact with the floor to relieve the strain but they remained some inches above it.  She tried to pull herself up to exercise some of the ache away but she tired of this in short order, her weight stretched her muscles making them cramp, the pain shooting up her arms and back.  Well she thought, I wanted to be tortured, this is the start.  Soon someone will come along and take her for her first session in what she was coming to realize would be a torture chamber.  A hideous shriek rang in her ears, someone being tortured she thought, God what must they be doing to her. It was joined by more screams from other tormented souls.  All these screams...  woman being tortured, and she knew that these people dealt in breast torture almost exclusively, and it would soon be her turn.  Oh please hurry, I need it, hurry, make me scream too.   Her arms were cramping from the suspension.   How long had it been?  Several hours she was sure, but then with her arms stretched so high overhead the minutes seems like hours.  Her hands had long since gone numb, the muscles of her arms twitched and trembled. A mere hour has elapsed. It seems an eternity.  Surely they would not leave her hanging very long.  The sweat trickled down her face from her soaked hair, dripping onto her tremendous breasts  running  in rivulets across the lush flesh and dripped in large drops from her stiff nipples. 

God when will they come?  Please hurry, hanging like this is  torment.  Well hellooooo! You are here to be TORTURED! She dotes on pain yes but she wants it to be her tits that are the center of her trials.  Her shoulders are screaming in pain, they feel as though they are being wrenched from their sockets. Joy thinks she has been hanging here for hours and hours. It has now been 2 hours since they hoisted her.

She cries out, pleads to be released, this is not what she agreed to. Oh really? 

Joy is left to hang, suspended by her brutally cuffed arms for 4 more hours.  She begins to hallucinate, picturing herself on some medieval rack, her limbs being torn from her body.  She finally realizes that this is a  part of her "treatment" that is not revealed to clients.  A bit of softening up so to speak, to impress on her the utter futility and helplessness of her situation now that she is in their clutches. 

Joy hangs in her isolated cell for more than 13 hours.  She is sure she has been hoodwinked by a band of unscrupulous cutthroats who have no intention of fulfilling the contract she entered into.  They have her money... They will do with her as they please. Probably torture her to death and dispose of her like a used condom.  Then again, didn't she make this compact voluntarily?  Wasn't it for her to be tortured? Welcome to reality  bitch!

Finally after what seems to Joy an eternity, the bolt on the iron door slides back,  her cell door opens.  Two attendants lower her to the floor and remove the cuffs from wrists and ankles.  They place her on a gurney and strap her down.. They wheel her to a large shower room where others push her under fierce jets of nearly scalding water. Attendants scrub and rinse her, then dry her. A large nozzle is forced up her rectum and 3 hot soapy water enemas, flush her out. They take her to a spotlessly clean room where she is told to lie on one of the tables covered with white sheets and is given a massage to make the most elaborate spa seem like a sleazy San Fran bathhouse.  She continually asks questions regarding her rude introduction to what she thought would be a stimulating experience, demanding to know what they are doing. Her only answers are that it is all part of the program. After the massage and another cleansing shower she is instructed where she is to go next. Her dark stockings and high heels are returned to her,  and is told to put them on.

Though feeling much better her arms still ache and she is not exactly a happy camper when she is ushered into a Spartan room furnished by a desk and two chairs.  One chair behind the desk is occupied by Frederick.  He motions her to sit in the other which sits in front of the desk.

Joy immediately launches into a tirade of the terrible treatment she has been given and demands an explanation.

Frederick is prepared for her reaction and allows her to fully vent her outrage. 

"Your reaction is normal my dear.  What you have gone through is a part of the program which is to acquaint you with our absolute control over you and your complete vulnerability to whatever whim may strike us.  My statement that your are mine, body and soul, was not an idle description but a fact.  When I take you from here the treatment you contracted for will begin.  You will feel the very fires of hell and be completely at our mercy.  A bit of an oxymoron since we do not recognize the term.   You paid to be tortured and tortured you will be."

Joy is a bit taken aback but is eager to begin, her heart races as Frederick comes around the desk and grabbing a handful of her flaming red hair, yanks her to her feet.. He grips a wrist in a steely hand and drags her through a door at the back of the room.  They emerge in a long passageway with steel doors on either side, exactly like the one she saw yesterday..  The first thing that greeted her as they passed through the door was a piercing shriek from one of the rooms.  Others joined in as he half led, half dragged Joy down the passage........ He stopped before one door and opening it pushed her inside. 

It was a large chamber resembling an operating theater.  There were semicircular rows of seats sloping downward giving a clear view of the "stage"..  Nearly every seat was occupied by a restive audience, mostly men, but there also a goodly representation of eager female watchers. The men were completely or partially naked. ALL were fondling themselves enthusiastically. The women were in similar disarray, one woman, clad only in waist cincher, stockings and heels was diligently pleasuring herself with  a large vinyl phallus, pinching and squeezing her nipples with her other hand.

It was a large, oval, brightly lit, bowlike space.  There were large glass fronted cabinets along the walls crammed with all sorts of instruments and containers.  A large leather covered Gyno table occupied the center of the theater.  On the table a magnificent blonde was tightly strapped.  Her mouth spread wide by  a dental clamp. She writhed against the leather straps holding her as a blood curdling shriek issued forth.  A white coated man stood next to  her doing something so vile that Joy could hardly comprehend  it's barbarity.

"God that must be excruciatingly heavenly!"

"This young lady is one of our "involuntary" guests.  Very soon you will be entertaining some of our viewing audience with your own vocalizations."

A shiver  went down Joy's spine as she envisioned herself being savagely tortured as a rapt audience watched and listened. The unfortunate girl writhed and screamed as the white garbed man increased the ferocity of what he was doing to her large swollen tit flesh.

Joy's heart was racing as she watched and listened, a dribble of juice trickled down the inside of her thigh, she was nearly hyperventilating in excitement.

Frederick pulled her back into the passage and hustled her further along.  Screaming and wails of pain came from each door as they passed.  Finally Frederick stopped at a door and opened it pushing Joy in ahead.  They made a sharp turn to the right and went down a flight of stairs and turned left.

"Well Joy your time has come.  I"ll be taking you through this door which leads into a room much like the one we just left.  For your sake I hope you have not changed your mind because it is too late to back out  Once in that room you will be subjected to the most painful and excruciating tortures we have been able devise."

With that he opened another door and thrust her into a brightly illuminated room.

"Have a nice day."

  Instead of looking like an operating room, this space resembled a dungeon.

There was not an empty seat in the gallery.  Word had gotten around that a very beautiful and voluptuous woman was to experience her first breast torture. 

Instead of a gyno table, the center of the room was occupied by a large "T".  It stood just 4 feet tall and was constructed of square steel tubing welded together.  The cross arm on top was 3 feet wide.  There were steel rings at intervals along the top and sides.

Issac and a husky assistant led Joy to the device.  A steel collar, 2 inches wide was placed around her neck and locked in place, it had rings welded at the sides, in front and back.  They forced her back to the upright, neck at the junction of the tubes.  An iron "U" shaped loop was run through the ring in the back of the collar and a ring on the "T".  Her head was pressing against the crosspiece, the vertical thrust into her back between her shoulder blades.  Her arms were drawn out and up and linked to rings on the crossbar.  They weren't stretched out tight, but when they finished it appeared she was flexing her upper arms like a body builder.
Next came her lower legs.  They were bent back under her and a heavy strap passed around upper thigh and ankle.  Her body, held to the upright by her collar now swung free of the floor. She was decidedly uncomfortable and in just a few moments the strain on her neck became painful.  With arms spread and shackled, neck held firmly to the frame, her tremendous breasts were thrust arrogantly forward as if offering them to what or whomever was in store.

Frederick stepped in front of Joy and faced the watchers.

"Ladies and gentlemen.  We have for you today a new member of our circle.  You will witness her introduction to her regimen..  Her name is Joy and she is a very enthusiastic practitioner of our social order.   I'm sure you will appreciate her performance today.   Thank you.   Dieter, you may begin."

Dieter is a former member of the East German security forces, the Stasi.  His specialty was the interrogation, OK torture, of women.  Now he is not wringing information from helpless victims, he has free rein to employ all his hellish talents on people who come here voluntarily.  Well most of them voluntarily..

He moves to Joy and reaches out cupping one of her huge breasts in his hand.  He is fairly salivating as he squeezes the heavy globe, his thumb flicking it's already stiff nipple.  He releases the breast and takes an erect nubbin in each hand, between thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting, then pulling them out.

Joy gasps and thrusts her chest forward. God she is in heaven and he has just begun.  Dieter belabors her teats for some minutes, the nipples swollen and red.  Joy is keening a high wail of ecstasy as he abuses them.. 

He goes to a small trolley close by and rolls it beside Joy. It has numerous gleaming instruments  and vials on the snowy white cloth covering it. He picks up a hypodermic and selecting a vial draws a colorless liquid into it.  Turning to Joy he swabs her side and injects the fluid into her.  Joy watches as Dieter goes back to the trolley and picks up another syringe, filling it with another liquid, this time pale green.  Returning to Joy he grasps her left breast, lifting it he presses the needle into the upper slope, injecting half of the fluid.  He then does the same to her left breast. Joy is just a bit nervous and asks what he is injecting into her...

"The first will ensure you remain alert and conscious during our adventure today.  The one into your lush breasts will super sensitize them so the pain I will be inflicting on your abundant globes will be multiplied several times ."

"Oh my heavens!  You mean it will make the pain worse?"

"Oh my yes. It will at least triple the pain you will feel."

"Oh God!  Hurry please!"

Dieter goes to the table piled high with various toys and instruments and returns with two plastic tubes an inch in diameter, open at one end and a one way valve at the other.  He squeezes a bit of gel onto the open end of one tube and a bit more around Joy's left nipple.  An assistant hands him the end of a rubber hose which he connects to the valve on the tube.  The helper flips a switch on a vacuum pump and Dieter slips the tube over her nipple.  There is a, sluppp, and Joy's nipple is drawn up into the tube.  He repeats the procedure on her right nipple. Joy's nipples are being drawn up into the plastic sleeve.  She draws a sharp breath and utters a soft "ummmm"  It soon changes to "Uhhhhhhhhooooooo!' as the suction draws her already huge nipple upward in the tube.  It takes but a moment for her nipples to be pulled up into the tubes beyond anything she could have imagined.  They throb and pulse as they grow. It is soon apparent  that it is beginning to hurt.  Joy moans an "Oh GOD YESSSS!" as she shakes her tits back and forth.  Her nipples have been stretched to an incredible 2 inches and are fat as your thumb. Joy is gasping and heaving as she pushes her mounds further out to accept the torment.

Dieter shuts off the pump and disconnects the hoses.  The valve does it's job and Joy's nipples throb in the tubing, clear fluid seeping from the peaks.

"Enjoying yourself my dear?"

"My god it's mind boggling.   I'm in heaven. It feels like they will burst as they swell. Please don't stop now."

"Oh I'm just beginning bitch!"

Dieter picks up two long hypodermic needles, six inches long and as big around as the lead in a pencil.  Holding her right breast in one hand he inserts the point of one through a special valve in the tube..  Joy's eyes widen in trepidation as he pushes the point further into the tube, closer and closer to her distended nipple.  He touches the point to the tip and wiggles it back and forth.  Joy flinches and writhes in her strictures.  She can go nowhere, she is trapped, at the mercy of a sadistic fiend whose one aim in life is inflicting intense pain on a helplessly bound woman.  She writhes in fascination and fright...  Dieter centers the point on her nipple and presses.   A tiny drop of blood oozes out then stops as the puncture is sealed by the shaft of the needle.  The needle is like a living thing as  it pierces deeper, Joy feels the searing pain as the point stabs at each nerve ending tearing the sumptuous flesh of her breast, deeper, deeper each millimeter an agonizing, scorching thrust further into her hyper sensitized bud. Slowly, ever so slowly Dieter presses the needle into the grossly swollen nipple until at least 4 inches are buried in the ultra sensitive flesh. 

The first scream is torn from Joy as the pain lanes through her swollen nipple.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!    God it's divine!   More! Don't stop!"

"Never fear dear lady I have another needle for the other side. Then the REAL fun will begin."

My god what can be worse.  Dieter takes the other needle and working very slowly impales the other nipple, wriggling the shaft, backing out a bit and resuming skewering.  Joy writhes and squirms, it is as if a living boring thing eats at her flesh. Sweat breaks out on her magnificent body, it trickles down her sides to drip to the floor.  Joy screams in agony, shaking her head, tears streaming down her face as she pleads for more. At last she is experiencing what she has dreamt of for so long, unremitting, agonizing, escalating pain.

Joy's chest heaves in and out as she gasps for air.   "More, more I need more."

Dieter rolls over a console with a myriad of dials and switches.   Coils of rubber covered wire hang from the side.  Taking two he attaches one to her right earlobe, the other to the opposite.  Picking up two more he clips  one to the long hollow needle protruding from the tube sucking her right nipple, the other goes on it's twin.

Joy watches, looking at the machine.   She is sure she knows what it means.,.  Oh my God he's going to use electro-torture on my nipples.  God how I've dreamt so many times of that very thing.

Instead of going to the console, Dieter steps to the trolley once again and retrieves a syringe minus a needle. It is already filled with a clear amber fluid. Returning to Joy he looks at her with a malicious leer and whispers, "A bit more stimulation for these lovely mounds before the real fun commences."  He snaps the syringe onto the needle in her left nipple and presses the plunger.  Joy feels a cool liquid begin to flow into the swollen nipple, then,  a piercing, searing pain as the liquid burns into the violated appendage.  Joy shrieks in agony as her nipple seems to explode in pain.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!

Dieter ignores the screams and moves the syringe to the other needle injecting the balance of the horrendous fluid into that  nipple.  Her breasts jiggle and bounce as Joy struggles against the straps holding her so immobile and vulnerable, howling in agony. When she is able to speak she shrieks at her torturer.  The pain in her breasts tears at her, a lancing, scorching wave of tremendous pain bores into the huge globes.

"A special formula I make myself specifically for such purposes, I use the distilled juice of the capsaicin pepper as the principle ingredient.  It will cause no permanent damage but will burn like acid as you try to cope with the other goodies I have in store for you."

"My God this is unbelievable.  I never imagined such penetrating searing pain was possible, her tits are on fire.   Go on!"

Dieter once more picks up the two wires he had put aside to inject the hellish liquid into her beasts.

"Ever had an electric shock?"

"Yes. I accidentally touched a bare wire one time."

"Well I'm going to send much more current than that into the depths of your tremendous tits..  You cannot begin to imagine the pain.  As we proceed I will increase the voltage.  You will experience pain beyond comprehension..  You'll scream, you will beg.  It will go on until "I" decide to stop.."

"Oh God I have dreamt of being tortured with electricity.  Show no mercy, I "Need" the pain."

Dieter turns to the console and flips a large switch.  LED's come to life and glow on the panel.  Dials light, their needles swinging up.  He turns several knobs adjusting voltages, and amperes.  Must be careful not to turn that one too high or she will not be tortured but electrocuted.  That is not the object.  Savage, penetrating, brain scrambling pain is the objective not death.  To administer towering, vicious pain, that is what it is all about.

The watchers are to a person bent forward so as not to miss a millisecond of  torture.  The men have all discarded all pretense of decorum or modesty. The woman have arranged them selves so they may derive maximum enjoyment from Joy's agony, baring themselves too and have their toys at hand.  Some of the men have relived themselves once already as Dieter trussed and prepared Joy.  Women are dabbing at their exposed womanhoods, sopping up generous pools of juice.

Dieter leans over to Joy,  and with an evil smirk on his face says, "Welcome to HELL!!!!"

He flips a black switch and a red LED illuminates.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!

Joy stiffens, her body ridgid,  She quivers, her eyes bulging.  Her breasts swell and feel like they will burst.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!

Her body convulses and shakes, every muscle taut. The current floods through her body, her breasts are on the verge of exploding.  Joy is in ecstasy .  Never in her wildest dreams did she ever expect  to experience such savage torture.

The watchers are enthralled at the site of the thrashing, screaming woman being tortured for her enjoyment, and theirs. The beautiful creature bound so tightly in front of them shrieks in abominable agony as her breasts are barbarically tortured.  She convulses and shudders in the throes of the machinations of a master of the art.  To a person, both male and female have relieved themselves. The men spurting copious quantities of the white gluttonous discharge into the containers supplied.  The woman experience multiple orgasms as they watch the merciless torture of the willing victim.  Many are envious.  The insides of their thighs and the seats beneath them are bathed in their sexual fluids.

Dieter stops the flow of electricity into Joy's struggling body. She continues to quiver and struggle even though the current stops.  Her magnificent body is bathed in torture sweat, it runs in streams down her body and pools in puddles beneath her.  Joy is panting and sucking air into her lungs in great heaving gasps, her head twists back and forth as her brain tries to deal with the towering pain.  She is whimpering and sobbing, begging her tormentor to continue.

"That was a mere sample of what my gadget is capable of.  I'm going to increase the voltage now.  That was  160 volts.  I have moved the control to administer 440 volts.   What you have just experienced will seem like the tickle of a feather."

"Oh my God I thought I would explode from the last bit.  Do it!  Make me scream and howl in pain!  DO IT!!!!"

Dieter turns a knob on the console, click! click! click! click!.   His hand reaches for the switch.  Joy's eyes bug out in eagerness and yet fear.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

Joy bows out from the frame, her body shuddering.  She strains at the straps holding her arms spread on the cruel metal framework, the cords in her neck standing out in sharp relief.  The tendons in her arms am legs are pulled taut, the muscles twitch and quiver.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

Her screams bounce from the walls of the chamber.  Numerous moans of pleasure issue from watchers, great fountains of white fluid gush into the air.

Dieter flips the switch off and on giving Joy's great breasts lancing jolts of current through her swollen tortured nipples.  The fiend inflicting this diabolic torment tortures her thus over the next 30 minutes. He increases the voltage each time he stops the flow of current into her magnificent breasts.  She thrashes and struggles against the straps, her screams pausing only long enough for her to gasp for air and scream again and again.

A final 30 seconds of the searing pain and Dieter shuts the machine off  Joy hangs on the frame, her body quivering and trembling as her muscles continue to twitch and convulse. Finally she just hangs, limp and gasping...

She is left to hang on the "T" , her breasts heaving, the long needles protruding from her globes, the fiery liquid injected into them continues to burn like a hot iron.

Thus ends her first "treatment".  She has been subjected to Dieters twisted tortures for more than 3 hours.  Her brain is reeling as it tries to cope with the savage pain she had to endure.  There will be many more sessions in which Dieter or one of the many other sadists who go about their barbarous vocation for their benefactors will subject her to ever more violent and painful torments.

Joy hangs on the vile device, spasms of twitching and shuddering continue for some time.  She has experienced her first bout with true and barbarous torture. 

"Take her to her cell, be sure she is uncomfortable.  We will resume her treatment tomorrow."



To Be Continued>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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