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The Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction with content suitable onlyfor adults (and stable ones at that). If you are prohibited from reading suchmaterial by the laws or standards of your community please depart immediately.Likewise, if you can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy getthe heck outta here. The author in no way advocates non-consensual activitiessuch as are depicted here (and he strongly recommends against consensual actingout of such scenes unless the participants have reserved parking at the emergencyroom and a very understanding health plan).
Horror Beneath the Park
by
von Hentzau
Part III
Joanna lay in the semi-darkness of her cell. The only light was what littlefiltered back from a single bulb far down the vaulted brick passageway. Ithad been several days since her last "session" in the torture chamber.At least she thought it had been several days. Her only way of marking thepassage of time in her underground prison was the delivery of her meals byGilbert or one of his scruffy helpers. No light from the outside world penetratedto her small cell. The electric lights in the cell and the passageway thatgave access to it were often turned off or dimmed for long periods.
And those meals. If Gilbert only knew it! They were possibly the worst torturehe could have inflicted. Joanna hadn't been to a MacDonald's since college.She hated fast food! And that was what they were giving her for three mealsa day. At least she assumed it was three meals a day. With only the artificiallight of the single bulb outside her cell, and no way of knowing at what intervalsthey turned it on and off, there was no way for her to tell day from night.
She couldn't even really guess from the erratic schedule of tortures theyinflicted on her. She assumed at first that they were torturing her at nights.Sometimes they came for her when the light was off. But sometimes they camewhen it was on. Sometimes they merely took her into the main chamber, gaveher a few strokes on rump or breasts, then put her back into the cell. Othertimes they subjected her to seemingly endless, agonizing sessions that lefther barely conscious. And that was another form of torture, not knowing whatto expect when she woke to find herself trussed up in the torture chamber.
She rolled over on her sleeping mat and stared at the dim patterns in thebrick wall opposite her cell. And something caught her eye. Motion, a briefflash of light. Her eyes scanned the darkness, trying to discern if someone,or something, was there.
Flashlights appeared in the passageway, four of them, their beams sweepingback and forth. Odd, Joanna thought. Usually Gilbert and her other tormentorsturned on he lights when they brought her food. And usually they knocked herout before taking her to the torture chamber. What was going on?
The flashlights approached. Joanna could see four black clad figures. As theycame closer to the cell one of the flashlights turned back towards the bearerto illuminate large yellow letters across his chest. "Police" theletters spelled out. Joanna's spirits soared. A SWAT team had found her. Shealmost jumped into the air from her mat. It was as if she flew to the barsof her cell.
She started to speak to them but one of the officers motioned her for silence.Two of the others, weapons ready, positioned themselves on opposite sides,watching the passage way. One held a flashlight on the lock while another tookout a lock picking device and began trying to open it. With surprising speedthe lock clicked open. They swung the door of Joanna's cell open and helpedher out. Without a word they led her down the passageway, in the directionthey'd come from.
They ran down the passageway, two of the police officers in the lead, thenJoanna and then the other two officers close behind her. They ran down onepassageway, turned, ran down another. Several more turns and Joanna could seea faint light well down the tunnel. As they approached closer Joanna suddenlyrealized they were heading straight for the torture chamber.
"No no!" she screamed out. "Not this way! Not this way!"
She tried to turn but hands grabbed her arms and pulled her forward. Againthe cloaked and hooded creatures were ranged in the shadows along the wall.In the center of the torture chamber a wooden structure had been set up. Ithad the shape of a Y but with a cross bar running at a right angle to the stem.It was horizontal, standing on short, heavy legs. The two police officers,or imposters, behind Joanna pushed her towards the device which she was certainwas some form of torture frame.
As they drew closer to the device the four phoney SWAT team members grabbedJoanna by the arms and legs. She was quickly lifted off her feet and depositedon the torture frame, legs spread along the branches of the Y, arms stretchedout on the crossbar. Just as quickly, and in spite of her efforts to breakfree, they had her wrists and ankles strapped into cuffs. Each cuff was inturn fastened to a small winch. It took only a few turns of each before Joannawas tightly stretched along the various arms of the device. The short extensionof the stem of the Y, past the cross bar, provided a rest for her head. Itwas curved down, so that her head was tilted back..
Once Joanna was firmly fastened the four "SWAT" officers took theirhoods off. They were Gilbert, Gertie, Zack and another man Joanna hadn't seenbefore. By the three days growth of beard and shaggy hair she guessed he wasanother street person like Zack and Gertie.
"Surprise!" Gertie yelled, leaning over to look Joanna in the face.Her breath stank. God knew what she'd been eating. Or more likely drinking. "Ibet you thought you were about to be rescued, didn't you? Wrong-o!"
"Things were getting kinda dull, you know," Gilbert said, comingup on Joanna's other side. "Same old thing, everyday. Another day, anotherbutt whipping for Joanna. Booooring! We thought we would spice things a little."
"What shall we do, what shall we do?" Gertie asked no one in particular. "Here'sJoanna all nicely spread out and ready for us. You got any suggestions, Jo?I know! We can play with our stun guns!"
Gertie whipped a small black device out of her SWAT gear and held it in frontof Joanna's face. Joanna recognized it from the presentation that the company'ssecurity service had given. She'd seen a videotape of one in use on a volunteer.It didn't look pleasant. The volunteer, a young man who could've been a linemanon a professional football team, had been literally knocked on his ass.
"Don't worry, Joanna," Gilbert said softly. "We've modifiedour stun guns slightly. A regular stun gun would literally knock you on yourass, if you weren't on it already. Tied down like you are, on the first orsecond jolt and you'd most likely dislocate a shoulder or two trying to getloose. So we toned ours down from the 'whupass' setting to a mild, 'hurts likeHell' setting. You'll also notice the metal contacts are a little closer togetherthan the standard model. Can you guess why?"
Joanna saw Gilbert move the hand holding his stun gun move downwards, outof sight. She felt the cold metal of the contacts on either side of her leftnipple. A moment later she felt a blinding pain, as if her nipple had beenphysically ripped off her breast.
?Yup,? Gilbert said. ?We adjusted them for just a nice fit on either sideof a nipple. Your nipples, actually.?
?Well, isn't that just special?? Gertie asked in a mocking voice. ?And guesswhat other knobby little thing they fit??
Joanna's eyes grew wide as she realized what Gertie meant. She saw Gertiereach down. She braced herself, but still nearly felt like she would rip herarms off trying to get loose when Gertie shocked her other nipple. Anythingto get away from the source of the pain.
?Betcha thought I was going for your clit, didn't ya?? Gertie said. She wasreaching out again. Joanna closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain.Instead she felt fingers gently massaging her clit.
?Yeah, I'm gonna fry this cute little thing for ya, but not just yet,? Gertiesaid quietly.
When her breathing had almost returned to normal and she opened her eyes Joannasaw Gertie looking down at her.
?Well, guess I gotcher attention, didn't I?? Gertie asked. ?What? You're nottalking to me now??
?Yes, no, yes!? Joanna shouted out. She couldn't think clearly. What did thebitch want her to say?
?Well, you seem a little confused there,? Gertie said. ?Let's try the otherside again.?
?Nooo.....aiiiiiieeeee!? Joanna screamed. If anything it was even worse thesecond time. She wondered if the demonic little device was leaving burn markson her.
?Hey don't be a pig, Gert,? Zack said. ?Let the rest of us have some fun.?
Gert responded by grabbing one of Joanna's breasts and squeezing hard.
?Don't worry, guys,? she said. ?There's plenty of Joanna to go around.?
In response Joanna felt pressure against the side of her right hip, then painstreaking through her right side. That was followed by a similar shock to herleft side. Then the insides of her thighs were repeatedly subjected to shocks.The stranger founded his own peculiar way to torment her. Joanna's large breastsrolled off to either side of her chest. The stranger grabbed one of Joanna'snipples and pulled the meaty mass back towards the center.
?Watch this,? he said. ?This is kinda trippy.?
He released the nipple. Joanna's breast, propelled by gravity, rolled backdown and onto the points of the stranger's stungun. Joanna screamed again.
Then they stopped for several minutes. Joanna waited for the next assault,wondering how long she could keep her sanity if they kept up if they continuedthe shocks. Then Gertie was hovering over her again. She seemed to have removedher top. Her exposed nipples were standing out, hard. The light brown areoleswere even puffed up, which oddly seemed to emphasize how small her breastswere.
?I'm going to give you a choice, Joanna,? she said mockingly. ?I was goingto fry your clit. But, if you can get me off by licking my cunt I'll spareyour poor little love button. Deal??
Joanna nodded meekly. How could anything be worse than having those horriblestunguns torture her pussy?
She heard scraping, like something, a wooden box maybe, being dragged acrossthe floor. Then Gertie was swinging a leg over Joanna's face. She had a briefglimpse of Gertie's gaping pussy, flushed red and surrounded by scraggle, kinkyblack hair, before Gertie lowered herself onto Joanna's mouth.
?I figured you'd be giving me a tongue bath today, Jo,? Gertie said as sherocked her hips gently back and forth. ?So I didn't bother washing up. Y'know,hygiene is really a difficult problem for us street people. Guess you neverthought much about, up there in the executive suite, did you??
Joanna didn't have to told about Gertie's hygiene problems. The woman's pussystank. It was all Joanna could do to keep her gorge from rising. Joanna hadnever gone down on a woman before. She stuck her tongue out and worked it around,trying to remember the times men had gone down on her and guessing what they'sdone.
Whatever she was doing, it seemed to work. Gertie quickly shut up. Her rockingmotion speeded up, her breathing came quicker and became quite audible. Shebegan moaning. Then her body stiffened spasmodically, once, twice, a thirdtime and then she slowly settled down. Joanna was grateful Gertie had comeso quickly, tried not to think about the fluids she could feel dripping overher face and into her mouth, and wished Gertie would get off her before shesmothered.
Finally Gertie raised herself up and lazily swung her leg back over Joanna'sface.
?Wow! You're good, bitch. We're gonna have to do this again sometime soon.?
Then Gilbert was looking down on her.
?So, Joanna,? he said snidely, ?think we can work a similar deal? Suck meoff or I shock your clit??
Joanna weakly nodded yes. God, was she going to have to do all four of them?
?I don't think so,? Gilbert said, a vicious tone to his voice. ?I've stillgot a bone to pick with you. As pleasant as it would be to come in your mouth,I still remember what a fucking bitch you were when you had the power. I reallythink I'd rather torture your pussy. Hey, maybe I'll jerk off while I do it.How's that for kinky??
He disappeared from her sights. Then she felt fingers working up and downher lower lips. They moved to her clit, gently grasping it and massaging it.
?Feels good, doesn't it?? Gilbert asked. ?So tender, so sensitive.? He paused. ?Sovulnerable.? He paused again, still massaging her. ?This first one is justa warm up. I'm going to stick the contacts on either side of you asshole. Justfor fun.?
She felt the metal points pressing against the flesh of her inner butt cheeks.Then her mid section came up off the torture frame as pain surged through hergroin, her belly, her upper thighs. When she settled down Gilbert began massagingher clit again. It seemed like several minutes before he spoke again.
?Brace yourself,? he said.
She felt the metal tips pressing in on either side of her clit. He held itthere for the longest time, making her suffer from the anticipation of whatwas to about to happen. Then the worst pain she had experienced yet rackedher body. She flopped around violently, pulling frantically at the bonds thatheld her. She screamed and screamed and then everything faded to blackness.
Joanna came to slowly. It was all too familiar now. First the brief whiffof what smell like a spice, then waking up in some horrendous situation. Therewas a hood over her head, as usual. She began to check her body position. Shewas laid out on her back, arms over her head. She moved her arms slightly.There were cuffs on her wrists. She moved her legs. Her ankles were similarlyfastened.
She heard muffled voices, then the sound of gears clacking. Chains rattling.She felt the tugging on her wrists as the slack was taken out of the chains.Then her arms were being raised up. Quickly her shoulders were coming up offthe floor. She'd learned by now there was no point fighting it. She went limpand let them pull her up. She would find out what they had in mind all toosoon.
The winch continued turning. Soon Joanna was almost upright. She shuffledher feet clumsily trying to stand up and take the strain off her arms. Forfew brief moments she was able to stand. But then the slack in the chain wastaken up again and she was lifted, first onto the balls of her feet, her toesand then she was fully suspended.
The sounds of the winch turning slowed. Joanna felt the tension building inher legs, her back and her shoulders, as the short lengths of chain that fastenedeach of her ankle cuffs to the floor were stretched taut. They were stretchingher tighter than they had before. Her head was pushed into a chin down positionas her arms were stretched.
She felt fingers tracing the muscles in her back, her buttocks, her legs.
"Ok," a voice she recognized as Gilbert's said. "That shoulddo it."
The hood was whisked off. Joanna blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light.As usual she was in what she had come to think of as the torture chamber. TheDemons were in their places in the shadows along the walls. Gilbert and Gertiewere standing in front of her. Gertie, as she often did, had stripped off hertop, revealing her sad little fried egg tits. Her torso was beginning to glistenwith a film of sweat. The flaring gaslights made the chamber quite warm.
Gilbert stepped up before her. He fondled her breasts lightly, leering intoher face as he did so.
"We have a treat for you, today," Gilbert said. ?We've brought ina guest torturer. Joanna, meet Indiana Jones."
Joanna looked up as best she could and did an immediate double take. The leatherjacket, fedora, the whip hanging on the belt. It actually did look like IndianaJones.
"Ok, so he's a bit delusional," Gilbert said. "We don't liketo argue with him when he says he's Indiana Jones and he's got a whip in hishand. Besides, wait until you see him with that whip."
Gertie had been busy setting up a small table. She set a cantaloupe on topthe table. Then she set another piece of fruit, Joanna thought it was a plum,on top the cantaloupe. Then Gertie stepped back a good, long ways. The fauxIndiana Jones took up a position on the far side of the table.
?It's a little restricted down here for a bullwhip,? Gilbert explained. ?Toget the real impact of his skill you should see him from the side. But I thinkyou'll get the idea even watching it head on.?
Joanna watched the man lay the whip out. Then with what seemed like an almosteffortless motion he had the whip in the air, curling it back and forth. Suddenlythe tip lashed out and the plum exploded in a shower of purplish-red pulp.
?That was the accuracy demonstration,? Gertie said. ?Next he's going to dothe power demonstration.?
The whip resumed its rhythmic back and forth motion. Joanna was almost mesmerizedby smooth, sinuous pattern the tapered leather made. Suddenly the tip was lashingout again and pieces of cantaloupe went flying. The man worked the whip backand forth a few more times, then let it slowly settle to the floor. Then hecoiled it.
?My God!? Joanna screamed out. ?You can't let him use that thing on me! It's...it'sinhuman!?
?You're forgetting one thing, Joanna,? Gilbert said quietly. ?Our hosts aren'thuman. Can't you feel it? Can't you feel their joy in anticipating what's aboutto happen? The best you can do in this situation, Joanna, is to go with theflow. Accept the fact you're going to hurt like hell and scream your head off.Like the man said, it's showtime!?
Gilbert stepped back, way back. Joanna heard the evil whooshing of the bullwhipbeing worked back and forth. She braced herself in anticipation and suddenlythought, is that sound like the sound a field mouse hears as the hawk diveson it?
She felt the strike, like a knife being drawn quickly across her body. Shewas surprised to realize that the blow had come across her shoulders. She heardthe fatal whistle again and felt the whip bite at the back of one thigh. Thenext stroke fell on the opposite thigh. Then he struck at her shoulders againbelow the first stroke. Another stroke fell on the back of her thigh, abovethe first. Then another stroke to the opposite thigh. Was he demonstratinghis control? Circling in on the main target?
He made another circuit, slashing her high and low. Then the first strokesstarted landing on her buttocks. He alternated, left and right, high and low.Each stroke felt as if she were being slashed with a knife. She was certainshe felt blood dripping down the backs of her legs.
?Guess she's going to be sleeping on her belly for a while'? Joanna heardsomeone say.
?Maybe, Maybe not.? She heard someone else say ominously.
The strokes kept landing. Joanna lost count of how many there has been. Shewas soon reduced to hanging limply in her bonds, moaning softly and barelyconscious.
Then Joanna felt water being splashed on her back. The slight sting and avague smell doctor's office smell told her was probably water laced with anantiseptic.
?Ooooh!? she heard Gertie say, ?those are some nasty, nasty cuts. Totally,like, vicious.?
She felt hands moving over her back, her thighs and her buttocks, spreadinga greasy ointment. The pain began to subside quickly. She must be sliced upreally badly, she thought, if they were doctoring her while she was still inthe torture chamber. They usually waited until she was back in her cell topatch her up.
Someone was slapping her face, trying to rouse her. She smelled something,ammonia she thought. Someone had broken a capsule under her nose. She lookedaround, still dazed. With fear she realized that her torment had taken up aposition in front of her.
?We're not finished with you yet, bitch,? Gertie was saying. ?Try to hangin there for the last act, at least.?
She saw the whip man start working the leather monster, back and forth, sinuously.
?Try not to take her nipples off, Indy,? someone called. ?It's a real nuisanceto try and fix them.?
The Indiana Jones imposter nodded towards the speaker. Then the whip was streakingtowards her. It slashed viciously at her left breast, then flew away, onlyto come streaking back to punish her right breast. Twice more the whip struckat each breast. Joanna closed her eyes, unable to watch. Then a stroke landedsquare on her mons. She jerked back violently, and heard distant laughter.A second blow landed on her mons. She instinctively started twisting and jerkingto protecting her sensitive crotch.
?Hey, a moving target,? someone called out. ?Indy, see if you can get thatlittle pink thing sticking out between her lower lips!?
Joanna twisted and swung her mid-section around even more frantically whenshe heard that. Several more blows landed, on upper thigh and on her mons.Then once connected, dead on target. Joanna shrieked and lapsed into unconsciousness.As she faded out she felt the strangest sensation of great pleasure, erotic,orgasmic pleasure emanating through the torture chamber.
To be Continued......
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