Kellys Awakening Part 3
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Kelly?s Come-uppance
By Doctor Quirt
A young prostitute offends the Drug Barons and suffers the consequences.
Abducted
She had been walking her usual beat when it happened. Business had been slow that night
and she badly needed to score with a punter so that she could get her fix. When the black
BMW pulled up to the kerb she leaned down, eager to negotiate and when the door suddenly
opened and she was pulled inside the car she was taken by surprise. Before she could make a
sound, a sweet-smelling pad was pressed over her face and she lost consciousness almost
immediately.
The door closed and the car pulled away. No-one had seen a thing and the street was just as
it had been before ? minus Kelly.
She came to feeling really groggy. Her condition was partly because of the chloroform that
had knocked her out but also because her fix of crack was overdue. She found that she had
been tied to a chair ? just an ordinary dining chair ? which was in a perfectly normal looking
living room. The curtains were drawn and a fire was burning in the grate. She seemed to
have lost her shoes and bag somewhere but was otherwise still wearing her street clothes. It
was not until she tried to call out that she realized that she had been gagged.
After a little while, a door opened and three people entered the room ? two men and a
woman. The man who seemed to be the leader had an eastern European appearance and,
when he spoke to her, had something of a Russian accent.
?Well, it?s nice to see that you?re awake - not feeling too good, I take it. I suppose that you
are wondering where you are and what you are doing here. Well, Kelly, or perhaps it?s
Joanne this week, where you are is not important but I shall try to explain just why you are
here.?
?You are a common prostitute but we don?t hold that against you. You and your ilk provide a
valuable service in our community. You are also a crack addict ? unfortunate for you but
good for me and my colleagues as we are the feeders of your little habit ? and we don?t hold
that against you either. However, you have been a very naughty girl because you have not
been giving your customers value for money.?
?Oh God!? thought Kelly, ?I?m in trouble now!?
Kelly was a street prostitute, and quite a good looking one with her bobbed, dark hair and
long, shapely legs, and usually had no lack of punters willing to pay the ?50 that she charged
for a full service. However, on most occasions, she had little intention of providing what had
been paid for. By threatening to call ?rape? she reckoned that she only had to put out about
one time in ten. Some punters called her bluff, of course, and she had been beaten up a few
times but, on balance, her approach to her work paid dividends. She used a variety of names
in her work ? it was Kelly this week but next week it might be Joanne, or Mary, or whatever
she decided it would be. The Punters never knew the difference anyway.
?You?ve been giving the sisterhood a bad name ? so much so that trade has dropped off and
that means less of a rake-off for the brothers. Even the Old Bill has started to take notice and
I can do without that sort of attention!
Kelly started to become very frightened now ? if she had got on the wrong side of the drug
barons and pimps then anything could happen. She wondered if she was to be made an
example of what could happen to a working girl who didn?t pay her dues.
?The brothers have decided that you need to be taken out of circulation for a while, until
things quieten down a bit, so you will be staying with us here for some time. Unfortunately
for you, we are not prepared to support your habit while you are with us so you will have to
go cold turkey. That should be interesting to watch. Anyway, we have means of taking your
mind off that particular predicament, as you will find out.?
Kelly now began to shiver ? the prospect of going cold turkey certainly didn?t appeal and she
knew that she would have a hard time with the withdrawal symptoms. She had spent some
time in a detox centre once and that had been pretty bad, despite a lot of support. It had been
a waste of time too because 3 days after leaving she had been back on the crack.
The leader continued to speak.
?While you are here you are going to provide a little entertainment for us. The cold turkey
will be fun but we also have in mind something a little more physical.?
He turned to his underlings.
?OK, take her out of the chair now and strip her naked. Leave the gag on for now.?
They untied her and then removed her clothes by dint of ripping them from her body. Kelly
struggled but it was no use ? the man and woman were far too strong and she was feeling
weak from the after effects of the chloroform and from the need for a fix. The stripping was
violent but didn?t take long ? she hadn?t been wearing very much in the first place. She was
soon completely bare.
The leader went to a cupboard and brought out a long, flexible cane. Kelly quaked as she
realized what was about to happen to her.
?I?m going to show you what happens to a girl that breaks the rules. This is just a little taster
so enjoy it ? there is worse to come. Restrain her over the arm of that chair ? and spread her
legs!?
She was quickly bent over the chair arm with her legs spread so that her arse and genitals
were on display. She wished that she hadn?t shaved her pussy, not that it would have made
much difference.
The leader tapped her lightly on her back with the cane ? she flinched but then he brought it
down with all his strength across her exposed buttocks.
?Craack!? went the cane.
?Mmmrrrgggh!? went Kelly, through the gag.
The second stroke left an angry welt across her thighs and the third was across her shoulders.
Soon she was covered with welts ? and then he started on her genitals.
Kelly had never been beaten like this before. Each stroke felt like fire on her naked flesh ?
and the pain got worse and worse as fresh welts overlaid those already there. When he
started on her cunt she rapidly lost consciousness.
?OK, that will do for now, my arm is tired. Chain her up in the cellar ? better hogtie her first
and you can take the gag off, no-one will hear her.?
So, the naked, bleeding girl was tightly hogtied and chained by the neck to an iron ring set
into the cellar floor. She was dowsed with cold water and then left alone to enjoy her pain ?
and her withdrawal.
The cold water brought her back to consciousness but she had no idea where she was. She
was in agony from the caning and was feeling nauseous from the withdrawal symptoms. She
was also in total darkness ? she only knew that she was chained to a cold, wet floor, by the
neck, and could not move her arms and legs. And she was left there for two days and nights;
soon she was lying in her own filth.
At the end of two days she was in a poor state, lying in a pool of her own vomit and excreta.
Her limbs were wracked with pain from withdrawal and her body still hurt from the flogging
that she had received. She was woken from her semi-comatose condition by being dowsed,
once more, with ice-cold water. She was given a little bread and water and then left in the
dark again.
Kelly completely lost track of time ? had she been there three days or three months, she had
no idea. She was fed, watered and dowsed at irregular intervals and was still in great
discomfort but, eventually, the crack withdrawal symptoms started to abate. One day, when
she was feeling almost lucid, the leader came into the cellar and the lights were switched on.
This was the first opportunity that she had had to take in her surroundings and saw, with
dismay, that the cellar had been equipped as a torture chamber. There was a rack, a wheel, a
St. Andrew?s cross, manacles, shackles, ropes, chains and pulleys of all sorts and a variety of
flagellation equipment. She also saw, to her horror, that the room contained a fully equipped
operating table, complete with restraints.
?Nice to see you fairly lucid, at last. You should be over the worst of the withdrawal by now
so I think that it?s time to continue with the entertainment. You need to be fully conscious to
appreciate this so we didn?t proceed with it before.?
He called out to his colleagues, who joined him in the cellar. They were the same man and
woman that had been with him previously.
?OK, restrain her on the table with her legs spread and drawn up.?
She was released from the neck ring and restrained, face-up on the operating table. Kelly
struggled but it was no use and soon she was immobile on the table with her genitals totally
exposed. The leader took a punch, of the sort used for making holes in leather, and quickly
punched two holes in each of Kelly? labia minora. She passed out immediately but a dousing
with cold water soon brought her round. He then passed a thin cord through the holes in each
labium and attached it to heavy weights that hung down from the sides of the table. The
effect was that her labia were pulled wide apart and her clitoris was exposed.
Kelly was in agony but worse was to come. The leader used a thick needle to pierce her
nipples and then threaded a thin cord through the holes. He then carried out the same
procedure on her exposed clit and her whole world exploded into a sea of pain. A strong cord
was then used to link the cords already in her nipples and clit and was pulled tight. Because
of the way she was positioned, when they took her down from the table she could not
straighten her back without causing unbearable pain in her clit and nipples. She was chained
to the floor again and left to suffer.
The following day was similar but, this time, the cord from her clit was run between her arse
cheeks and up her back. The cords from her nipples were led over her shoulders and, again,
joined to the clit cord. She had to keep her back arched to avoid tearing her clit and, again,
was left chained to the floor to suffer for hours.
Kelly lay in pain, trying her best to keep her back arched but, really, it was a waste of time.
When they came back to her the first thing that the leader did was to tug sharply at the cords.
Her clit tore and blood spurted out. Kelly screamed and fainted.
She came to, to find herself tied to the table, once more.
?We can?t have you bleeding too much, yet, so I am just going to cauterize your clit.?
So saying, he applied a red-hot iron to her abused organ. She screamed in agony and then
fainted again. When she came to she was back on the cold, wet floor, in the dark.
She lost track of time again but, in the end, they came for her once more.
This time they used some electrical equipment on her ? electrodes in her cunt and arse and on
her nipples. The pain was excruciating but the leader was not impressed.
?This electrical stuff is not much use when you want to leave a lasting impression ? you
would not really know that anything has been done. I prefer the more physical treatment ?
the scars don?t go away so easily. I?ve heard that some women actually like being whipped
and some manage to achieve orgasm that way. Perhaps we should try that approach and see
if the stories are true. String her up and fetch me the bull whip.?
Kelly was duly strung up, upside down, legs spread wide, arms spread and secured to the
floor.
?Kelly, I am now going to flog you with this bull whip. I shall whip you until you achieve
orgasm ? and don?t try to fake it. Just to make sure that you remain alert I shall inject you
with a stimulant ? we wouldn?t want you to miss out on anything, would we??
So saying, he injected her in the leg with a hypodermic and then she was left for a few
minutes. The stimulant seemed to affect her already abused body ? her pain increased and
she began to moan. Then the leader started in with the bull whip. He whipped her all over
her legs and body until she was covered in angry welts, some of which began to bleed. After
100 strokes he stopped.
?No orgasm yet? Perhaps we should have a little rest before I give you another 100. With a
little more stimulant, of course.?
They left her for an hour and then she was given another 100 strokes ? still no sign of an
orgasm so she was given more stimulant and a further 100. She began to lose consciousness,
despite the stimulants but, each time, they revived her and continued. By the time that they
were unable to wake her again she had received an amazing 720 strokes and her body was
reduced to a bleeding mess.
The pain had been incredible but, after a while, it didn?t seem to matter any more and she just
wanted it all to be over. She knew that her body was ruined for ever and she just wished to
die as quickly as possible. Her wish was granted because, when they came for her the
following morning, she had obviously been dead for some time.
?What a pity! No stamina these modern girls. We didn?t even get to try out some of the more
interesting equipment. Get her down from there and dump her in the river ? and clean up
down here. We may well have another one here soon ? maybe the next one will last a little
longer.?
The End
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