Author: Nazgul
Liliane
Part I
Kidnap.
Liliane's great-grandparents were African, taken from their homes and sold as
slaves in the West Indies over a century ago. Liliane herself was the result of
a series of inter-racial marriages, and it has to be said that the genes had
done their stuff. 5ft 11, slim, 37C breasts, a small but slightly protruding ass
that bore witness to her penchant for jogging, she was a real beauty. A cascade
of jet-black hair, straight and full of high-lights, fell to below a tiny waist
that topped long, long legs that seemed to go on forever. Regular features, big
eyes and a skin, glowing with health, that hovered somewhere between black and
copper completed the picture. She didn't walk, she moved with a mixture of
sensual strut and flowing glide, blatantly full of sensuality, all the more so
as it was quite unconscious. One thing was for sure, should you pass her in the
street, you would be sure to stop, turn and watch her walking away from you, be
you man or woman. And she dressed in keeping with her aura - skin-tight jeans
and tight-fitting sweaters when it was cold, tank-tops and shorts or mini-skirts
in the summer.
At 26 Liliane was not an innocent - not that she was really gone on sex. Oh, she
had had a couple of affairs, but right now she had no-one, and was feeling a
little depressed. Her last boy-friend had rather put her off men temporarily. He
had been OK in bed, but he was such a pig! Dirty socks and underwear strewn
everywhere, he didn't take a shower more than once a week, in short, the pits.
Trouble was, Liliane was a cleanliness maniac, everything had to be spotlessly
clean around her and personal hygiene was top of the list where she was
concerned. She showered in the morning, and again in the evening. When she went
jogging, or to the judo club, it was three showers a day.
She worked in a big, world-famous London store, in one of the beauty boutiques
that it harboured. She sold perfume, high-class, expensive perfume. She had been
chosen, of course, for her beauty and had learned the job as she went along. The
pay was not that good, but the working conditions suited her. Since her parents
and brother had gone back to live in Jamaica, two years ago, she was as free as
a bird, her only regret being that she couldn't afford better lodgings. She
lived in a one-room flat in a rather run-down suburb of London, a 45minute Tube
ride from her work. It was small and the neighbours, though friendly when she
met them, didn't mix much, preferring to mind their own business.
She came out of the dingy Tube station, into the cold winter air this Saturday
night, after a long week's work. Streetlamps highlighted the run-down houses and
litter-strewn pavements as she set off on the long walk to her flat. As she
walked, she dreamed of finding a better-paid job, one which would allow her to
move to a better area. Huh! Fat chance of that, she had no qualifications for
anything other than sales, she didn't know anyone who could help her. No, she
would just have to make do with what she had, and, after all, she wasn't that
badly off. As she walked passed a van parked at the curb, an arm suddenly shot
out from the deep shadow and snaked round her neck, nearly pulling her off her
feet, into the hard body of a man. Before she had time to react, a hand clamped
a pad of sickly-smelling cloth over her nose and mouth, cutting of the yell that
she, in her surprise, was about to give. She struggled furiously, trying to
manoeuvre her body backwards under the man's centre of gravity, preparatory to
throwing him over her shoulder, but he moved back with her, countering the
action. Her head started to swim, her struggles lessened and a veil of darkness
swam over her. She went limp, stopped from falling only by the man's strong
arms. There was the sound of grating metal as another figure opened the van's
doors, and between them they bundled Liliane's limp body into it. The man
climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine, and it pulled out, slowly
and correctly, moving decorously down the deserted street.
The beginning.
Liliane came to her senses very slowly. Her head ached and she had a taste in
her mouth like the bottom of a parrot's cage. Instinctively she tried to hold
her head in her hands, but found that she couldn't. Her arms were held up above
her head somehow. Groaning, she opened her eyes, blinking in pain as the light
hit her pupils. When the tears cleared away, she looked up and to her amazement
saw that her arms were widespread above her head, manacles around her wrists,
with short chains leading to each end of a thick wooden rod suspended from some
mechanism fixed to a beam in the ceiling. What the hell was going on! She
lowered her head, and saw immediately that she was clad only in her bra and
pants, the pure white material contrasting starkly with her dark skin. She was
sitting on the floor, her back against the wall, a leather strap over the top of
her thighs and attached to ring-bolts let into the cement holding her firmly in
place. Her legs were widespread, straps round her ankles and cords going to two
more ringbolts.
Liliane tugged at the fastenings around her wrists, but it quickly became
obvious that they were pretty solid, there was no way she was going to get
herself free. Panic started to flood into her brain, what on earth was happening
to her, where was she, how had she got here, who had undressed her, why was she
tied up like this? - the questions flooded into her mind, jostling for
attention. She tugged again at her bonds, to no avail. This just wasn't true, it
had to be a bad dream, the last thing she could remember was walking home. She
shut her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts, but her mind was in a muddle, her
head ached and she was starting to feel cold.
Getting a grip of herself with an effort, she opened her eyes again and looked
around her, hoping to find a clue to something. The room was big, the walls,
floor and ceiling bare concrete. Tables and equipment littered the place, but
the most noticeable thing was a metal-frame gantry with three big video cameras
and monitors on it. She seemed to remember having seen something similar in a
programme on film-making. It just didn't make any sense, here she was, sitting
almost naked on the floor, tied up, in some strange place, when she should have
been at home getting supper.
A slight noise caught her attention and turning her head towards it, she saw a
door at the far end of the room open. Through it came two figures who moved
forwards until they were standing in front of her. One of them was a man. That
was obvious from the sight of his semi-erect cock, the base of which, behind the
ball-sack, was surrounded by a tight, thick rubber ring. Lifting her head, she
gasped as she realised he had no face! The front of his head was covered with a
smooth, featureless white mask, through the eye-slits of which she could just
make out his eyes, staring down at her. Apart from that, all he was wearing was
a tightly-cinched wide leather belt and black thongs on his feet. He appeared to
be quite young, 30-35, well-muscled, and now quite motionless.
The other was equally obviously a woman. Liliane found herself staring at the
woman's sex - two thick gold rings pierced her labia. Around her impossibly tiny
waist was a belt with a wide oval plaque in front, compressing her belly. Her
generous breasts were help up by a black leather sling bra which left her
nipples exposed - nipples of a dark-brown hue, about an inch long, transfixed by
thick barbells, the balls on each end pressing deeply into the flesh on each
side. She too wore a featureless mask, with a black ponytail cascading from
half-way up the back of her head to down just above her shoulders. Her feet were
also clad in black thongs.
"Who are you," gasped Liliane, her voice strained. "Why am I tied up like this?
What do you want with me? Let me go AT ONCE!" Her voice rose to almost a shriek
at the end, she was beginning to feel frightened, the two motionless,
featureless strangers standing looking down at her projected a strange feeling
of evil, of wickedness, of... she was not sure quite what, but she felt
instinctively that they meant her no good.
"Let me go! Let me go! LET ME GO!!" she shouted at them, tugging once more at
the manacles round her wrists. For all the notice they took of her, she might
just as well not have existed.
After a couple of minutes the man bent over and undid the strap across her
thighs. At the same time the woman moved to the wall beside her and pressed a
button. There was a whirring noise from the ceiling and Liliane felt herself
being pulled up, up, until she was standing erect, legs and arms splayed out in
a large X. The woman pressed the button again and the winch on the beam, the
sort used by amateur mechanics for lifting engines out of cars, sighed to a
halt.
The woman moved to the gantry, pushing it over towards Liliane. Then she
switched on the cameras and monitors and busied herself focusing them. Soon
Liliane could see images of herself on two of the screens - the third camera
seemed to be pointed at the wall beside her. Then the figure of the man appeared
on it, standing to her left. He spoke.
"Hello again. Welcome to Number 8 in our series of torture films, brought to you
by Pain Movies. Our star this time is Liliane, a 26-year old of Jamaican
descent...."
"YOU BASTARD, LET ME GO!! I'LL HAVE THE POLICE....." Her tirade was cut short by
the faceless woman, who deftly shoved a rubber ball gag into Liliane's mouth,
fastening it tightly with Velcro straps at the back of her neck. Reduced to
silence, Liliane's mind raced. This just couldn't be happening to her! A torture
film, and her the star? That could only mean one thing, and now she was really
scared.
"As I was saying, Liliane is going to be the star of this new film. However we
have, as always, your best interests at heart, and we know that what you want is
something new every time. Fortunately we have been able to find out some very
interesting facts about our young - and beautiful - friend. For one thing, she
is a fitness freak, which means that physically she will be able to stand a lot
of pain. In addition to that, and perhaps even more interesting, she has a mania
about cleanliness, and more specifically about bodily hygiene. This has given us
an idea. Instead of just torturing her, we are go into persuade her do some
things that she absolutely will not want to do. It will be very interesting to
see just how much pain she is willing to endure in order to avoid the tasks that
we are going to set her. First of all, she is going to ask, of her own volition,
and politely, to be allowed to lick Shirley's pussy and asshole until she has an
orgasm. Next, she is going to ask me to be allowed to suck my cock until I cum
in her mouth - and she will have to swallow all of it. Thirdly, she is going to
ask Shirley to squat over her and piss in her mouth so that she can drink it all
down. Finally, she is going to beg me to allow my dog to fuck her asshole."
At this, Liliane went wild, tugging furious at her bonds, using all her strength
in an attempt to free herself. There was no way, NO WAY, that she would ever do
any of those things! It was vile, disgusting, filthy - she ran out of words for
it. They could do what they liked to her, she would never, EVER, do any of those
things! Filthy perverts! How could anyone even think of such things?
"As you can see from her reaction, Liliane certainly won't want to co-operate
with us, which is just what we want. The rules of the game are very simple, we
will torture her until she begs to be allowed to lick Shirley's pussy. When she
has done that, we will "persuade" her to go on to her next task, and so-on. Only
when she has performed all four of them will we even consider letting up."
Shirley came to stand beside her partner, in view of the camera. "We have given
a lot of thought to the tortures we are going to use on Lilane; I am sure you
will not be disappointed with the results. The first one is a combination of
internal and external pain that we have decided to call the Flooded Beat, for
reasons that will become obvious to you. But before we start to prepare her for
her ordeal, I am sure that you are all dying to see more of her."
So saying, she put out her hand and undid the Velcro straps, pulling the hard
rubber ball from between the girl's teeth. Liliane immediately launched into a
tirade of swear words, invectives and pleading all mixed up together. All of
which was of course completely ignored. Mike, for that was the man's name, moved
round behind her, a small knife that he had picked up from a nearby table in his
hand. Deftly, he cut the straps of the girl's bra, which slipped down her body,
leaving her breasts in full view. And what breasts they were! Not the
pear-shaped sort that hang down, folded over themselves. These were full, round,
fat breasts that, even in the stretched position in which she was held, stuck
out gloriously from her chest. No silicone here, just lovely, smooth-skinned
breasts with wide, thick nipples that were already standing out, just begging to
be sucked, held there by the tension in her body.
The blade of the knife slid down, across the smooth, dark skin and under the
waist-band of her pants at the top of her right hip. The keen blade slit the
thin material, which dropped away, exposing her sex as it slipped slowly down
her left leg. Mike, bending down, slit the other leg, grabbed the pants and
threw them into a corner of the room. The camera focused on that part of her
body showed clearly the lips of her sex, clean-shaven as behoves a hygiene
freak, and the monitor picked up the glint of the paler tissues inside them
where the spread of her legs held the lips apart.. Liliane, in a purely reflex
action and with no hands free to cover this most intimate part of her body,
tried to close her thighs, but the straps round her ankles, keeping her feet
wide apart, made this impossible. The ripple of muscles along her thighs as she
did so showed up enticingly on the screen.
"You pervert pig!" she spat at him.
"As you can hear, Liliane is full of fighting spirit," Mike said to the camera.
"So much the better for us, this kind of attitude means that she won't give in
lightly to our demands. She really does have the most gorgeous body, doesn't
she." And so saying, he reached round a hand, took one of her breasts in it and
massaged it, the dark skin rippling as the fluids inside were moved around.
Shirley picked up a length of wooden rod with a T-bar fixed to one end, the
other terminating in a steel point. The T-bar was placed horizontally against
the cheeks of Liliane's ass, the point placed on the concrete floor, and then
Shirley suddenly pushed both the rod and the girl forwards, as hard as she
could. The result was that Liliane's body was bent into the form of a bow, her
belly and sex jutting out aggressively. Because of the rod, there was no way she
could move back to her natural position.
"Now that our star is in position," said Mike, "we can move on to the
preparation." He held up a long, thin instrument in his hand. Nodding to it, he
said, "This is a modified Foley urinary catheter. It goes into the urinary duct
and it has two balloons, about 2" apart, one of some 30cc's, the other about
100cc's. I have already smeared it with K6Y jelly, now I am going to insert it
into Lilane's pee-hole."
Crouching down, Mike used his left hand to separate the girl's lips whilst his
right held the catheter. Locating the entrance to the urinary duct, he started
to slowly slide the catheter into it. There was some small resistance when it
met the ring of muscles closing the entrance to the bladder, but a bit of extra
pressure made short work of this. Liliane, incapable of almost any movement in
this tautly-stretched position, screamed at him to stop, but he ignored her, and
in no time the end of the catheter was inside her. A squeeze of the air-bulb
with the no-return valve attached to the outer end of the catheter inflated the
little balloon inside her bladder, ensuring that there was no possibility of her
expelling the instrument. A couple of pumps of the second bulb and the other
balloon swelled up, tight against her sex, pulling the inside balloon securely
against the ring of muscle and thus totally eliminating any chance of Liliane's
getting rid of the contents of her bladder through any voluntary or involuntary
action of her own. Her bladder was now completely under Mike's control and any
pee that was in there stayed inside, since he had taken care to shut the valve
at the end of the catheter before staring the insertion. Liliane could feel the
pressure of the balloons against her tissues, but there was no pain, just a
slight discomfort.
Shirley now fitted a wide leather collar round the girl's neck. From this, at
the back, dangled two short chains, terminating in manacles. Reaching up, Mike
undid the manacle round her right wrist and, keeping a very firm grip of it with
both hands, he brought her arm down and then twisted it up behind her back,
where he clicked the manacle into place. At no time during this process did
Liliane have the slightest chance of freeing herself. He repeated the operation
on the other arm. The T-bar was removed from behind her and placed with the T
across the tops of her thighs. Grabbing a handful of hair, Mike pulled her head
down, so that she was forced to bend over the bar, until her torso was parallel
with the floor. Shirley swung one leg over Mike's arm and, with her legs wide
open, moved forward until the girl's head was between her thighs. When she was
in position she closed her legs, thus imprisoning Liliane's head between them,
in the most humiliating manner.
Liliane found that she could hardly move at all, she had no leverage to go
backwards, and the T-bar prevent her from going forwards, while her head could
move neither up nor down. Then, horror of horrors, she felt something touch her
anus.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" she yelled, "DON'T TOUCH ME THERE! STOP IT, I TELL YOU,
STOP IT!!" She might just as well have saved her breath as Mike's finger, gloved
and covered with K-Y, pressed against her anus and suddenly, with a fluid
motion, penetrated it. Liliane was horrified. No-one, but no-one, had ever
touched her there in her whole life! And there she was, impaled on this
stranger's finger. Worse was to come, as he started working his finger around
inside her, stretching and loosening the anal muscle. After a while, and with
some difficulty, he worked a second finger up inside her. This hurt, and she
shrieked her muffled protests from between Shirley's thighs. Shirley was
thoroughly enjoying all this, the girl's neck was thrusting up hard against her
sex as she tried to free herself and the movement was turning her on.
After a while , when he was satisfied that Liliane's anus had been sufficiently
dilated, Mike held up his right hand so that the camera could see what he was
holding in it. It was a long, thick rubber tube, with two inflators at one end
and two balloons at the other.
"This is a enema tube, " he announced. "I don't need to tell you where it
is going, do I!" And with this he removed his fingers and before Liliane could
take stock had replaced them with the tip of the tube and thrust it up inside
her. Grabbing one of the inflators, he pumped it three times and Liliane could
feel the balloon swelling up in her rectum. Several pumps of the second inflator
and she felt the external balloon pressing against the crack of her ass.
"The nozzle that I am using is a new model. The inner balloon can be inflated
safely to about 500cc's, which is quite a decent volume. I am going to pump it
up to over 700cc's, so Liliane's lovely little ass is going to be quite full
before we even start." At these words the girl shuddered, this was only the
beginning! Shirley felt the movement through her thighs, guessed what her victim
was thinking, and chuckled to herself.
"Honey," she thought, "if you knew what was coming, you'd be happy to stay like
this forever!"
Mike now started pumping the inner balloon up to and over its limits, and as he
did so Liliane could feel the horrible thing inflating, swelling up like some
terrible tumour, pushing uncomfortably against the walls of her rectal tube.
When he had finished, he inflated the outer balloon to its limit, and her anus
was as much under his control as her bladder. Because the two balloons were so
close together the inner one was being pulled hard against the anal muscle and
there was no way anything was going to get out of there! There was still no pain
but she felt full, as though she hadn't been to the toilet for some time.
Shirley released Liliane's head from between her thighs. The back of the girl's
neck was wet from the juices which had run down from her torturer's cunt, her
movements to free herself had got Shirley really very excited! Liliane could
feel the liquid, guessed what it was and squirmed mentally. It was just too
disgusting, as was the invasion of the most intimate and private parts of her
body. Worst of all was the fact that she was helpless, she couldn't get rid of
them! She tried hard to push the nozzle out of her ass, but all her efforts came
to nothing. Shirley giggled behind her mask as the expression on Liliane's face
told her what the girl was trying to do.
Moving over to the wall, she pressed the switch again, the winch hummed and the
bar slowly descended until it was about level with Liliane's breasts. Mike
repeated, in reverse, the operation with her arms, the winch hummed the bar back
up and in no time Liliane was returned to her original position, arms
wide-spread above her head.
Mike next produced a small, two-pronged hook attached to a length of cord. He
paced the two prongs in Liliane's nostrils, threaded the cord through a ring on
the wall behind her and about a foot above her head, and pulled. The hook bit
into her nose and she was forced to bend her head backwards to relieve the
pressure. At the same time she opened her mouth to yell at him. Shirley seized
the opportunity to slip a dental jaw-spreader over her upper and lower teeth and
operate the ratchets, fixing the girl's mouth wide open. This prevented her from
speaking coherently, she was now only able to make distorted noises.
Standing on a short step-ladder, Mike suspended a transparent container filled
with three of four litres of some clear green liquid from a hook let into the
beam above Liliane's head. From the bottom of this container ran a transparent
plastic tube, about the diameter of his thumb Still standing on the ladder, he
smoothed some K-Y onto the end of the tube and then, carefully, inserted it into
his victim's mouth and started to push it down her throat.
Liliane felt the rounded tip of the tube touch the back of the roof of her mouth
and then begin to penetrate her throat. She started to choke, panicking, trying
to shake her head to avoid this further violation, but she quickly stopped as
the hook tore at her nose. By now the tube was halfway down her throat and she
was overwhelmed by a feeling of sheer helplessness. The sensation was horrible,
somewhere between choking and being suffocated, but there was absolutely nothing
she could do to stop it. It was only now that it really came home to her to what
degree she was at the mercy of these two fiends. Her neck ached badly, bent back
to an unnatural degree as it was, but any movement to alleviate the pain only
result in more pain in her nose. She felt, or rather sensed, the tube penetrate
down into her stomach. When this happened, Mike fixed a clamp to it, so that it
would not descend any further.
The next part of the preparation was a small electric pump, with a 500cc
container of clear red liquid, placed between the victim's feet. A thin tube
connected to the tiny pump was plugged in to the catheter in her pee-hole.
Finally, yet another container, covered with frost and filled with about three
litres of clear yellow liquid, was strung up from the beam and the tube
connected to the nozzle in her ass-hole.
When all this had been done, Mike slackened off the cord keeping Liliane's head
bent back, so that she could hold it almost upright. Shirley then activated the
winch again, so that Liliane was drawn up until she was half on tip-toe. A small
pressure switch was placed under her left heel, a device a bit like the
foot-operated control used on sewing machines.
"As you can see," said Mike, addressing the camera again, "our charming Liliane
is all rigged up and ready to go. I'm afraid that she can't scream for the time
being, with the tube and stretcher in her mouth, but I can promise you that her
body language will tell you how uncomfortable she is becoming. Then, when she is
ready, I can promise you screams in plenty. In a moment I am going to open the
valves on the two big containers. The one connected to her throat, with the
green liquid, contains a mixture of very cold water and powerful emetic and
diuretic solutions. The other, destined for her ass, contains a freezing cold
solution that will fill her rectum and guts. The very low temperature will cause
quite severe cramps in her lower body, while the solution contains a dilute acid
that will attack the lining of her rectum, making her feel like she is on fire
inside. And just to finish things off, Shirley will lower the bar holding her
hands so that she will not be able to hold herself up on tip-toe by the ropes.
When she does come down, her heel will set off that little pump you can see down
there, between her feet, filling her bladder with a similar liquid to that in
the connection, so she'll feel on fire both back and front. How fast and
how far her bladder is distended will depend on how long she can keep up on her
toes. This in turn will cause quite a lot of pain in her legs. Of course, from
the other end the emetic and diuretic solutions will keep her kidneys feeding
into her bladder and her stomach sending liquid down to her guts. In short, she
is shortly going to be one very full-up young lady. Needless to say, all that
liquid is going to bloat her quite considerably. When it is all inside her,
we'll get down to the serious part. Oh, I nearly forgot, while she is filling
up, we have got a little surprise ready for her tits. Right, here we go."
So saying, he reached up and opened the valves on the two overhead containers.
The coloured liquids could be seen quite clearly on the monitors, creeping
slowly down the tubes - it was obvious that the flow rate was quite limited, so
it was going to take a while for Liliane to get the full benefit of the
treatment. At the same time, Shirley lowered the girl's hand until they were
nearly level with her mouth.
Liliane squealed through her open mouth as she felt the first of the liquid
enter her ass, a liquid several degrees below the freezing point of ordinary
water. The acid in it immediately went to work on the sensitive tissues and she
felt the first pangs of pain. Mike's devilish plan became quickly apparent to
her, here was ice-cold water burning her! Instinctively she came down off her
toes and her heel set off the pump, which made a high-pitched and very audible
whine. Quickly she went back up onto tip-toe. But the burning in her ass was
getting worse, and without realising what she was doing she set the pump going
again. Back up onto tip-toe, just as the first of a series of gut-wrenching
cramps hit her intestines. Christ, that HURT! Grimly she concentrated on staying
up on her toes, in spite of the pain inside her. But after a minute the monitors
showed clearly the tremors running down her thighs and calves as the strain of
this unusual position took its toll. Down she came, the pump whined, and she
could feel the pressure building up in her bladder. Up on tip-toes again, her
whole body now trembling from the effort, but knowing it was essential she
stayed up there. More cramps, and at the same time she could feel her stomach
swelling as the liquid trickled down her throat. She tried desperately to pull
down on the bar to help her stay up there, but couldn't get any real leverage.
Pump. Whine. Pressure. Up. Cramp. Pain. Burning. Pump. Burning. Screaming
muscles. Bloated. On. And on. And on.
Suddenly, Mike reached up and shut the vales, as Shirley operated the winch once
more, hauling the now suffering Liliane up onto her toes.
"As I told you, we have a special treat for Liliane's tits, and we are now going
to move on to that part." Shirley wheeled a small table in front of the girl. On
it was a large collection of very large hypodermic syringes, each one equipped
with a long needle and filled with a cloudy liquid.
"Whilst Liliane has a very nice pair of quite large tits," said Mike, "we
thought it would be interesting to see what they would look like if we doubled
them in size. I estimate that each tit holds about 600cc's of liquid. So I am
going to inject 500cc's into each tit. The liquid I shall be using is a saline
solution, dosed with the same dilute acid that is currently causing her some
discomfort in her guts and bladder."
So saying, he picked up one of the hypos, placed the needle on the skin under
her right breast and slowly, deliberately, pushed the needle up into it until
the tip of the needle was in about the middle of the breast. Apart from the
initial prick, no worse that getting a vaccination, it didn't hurt Liliane. Then
he started pressing the plunger, slowing pulling the needle out of her breast as
he did so. This was to ensure that the liquid was evenly distributed. She didn't
feel very much, being far more concentrated on the pain in her belly and
bladder, the latter now being really bad. She strained violently, trying to
empty it, but the balloon inside was doing an excellent job of sealing the
opening and her straining only hurt her even more. The burning sensation was
also now extremely painful
She felt the prick of a second needle this time under her left breast, but again
there was no pain. A third needle plunged into the right side of her right
breast, and as the hypo was emptied, there was a feeling of pressure. The same
thing happened to the other one. Then a needle went into the left side of her
right breast, which was by now beginning to feel quite warm. The pressure
increased, as it did in her left breast. By the time the fourth needle had
emptied itself into her, she was hurting quite badly from the pressure, and the
burning sensation was getting stronger and stronger. On the monitor, her breasts
were now swollen up quite considerably, the nipples standing out as if they were
excited by the heat.
Mike knew that the needle-pricks very not painful, so he decided to do something
about that. Seizing a nipple between finger and thumb, he thrust yet another
needle straight down through it. That did hurt! Liliane gave a muffled scream
around the tube in her throat. He pressed the plunger, quite fast, and the
sudden build-up of pressure caused her to scream again. The other breast got the
same treatment, then a second needle parted the tissues of the first nipple. Now
her tits was like two big balls of fire on her chest, aching, pulsing, burning,
the pain was really bad.
The valves on the overhead containers were opened again, the bar dropped, and
Liliane was back to trying to keep her heel off the switch. Slowly, painfully,
burningly, the pressure built up in her belly and her bladder, until it seemed
that she was going to burst. She tried to plead with them to stop, but no words
came out around the tube. She tried to scream, but could only make funny little
muffled sounds. Her legs were also on fire, the arches of her feet ached
atrociously, she trembled all over from the strain and glistening drops of sweat
broke out all over her body.
After a couple of minutes, Mike decided that she was ready. The tubes were
disconnected, her hands were hoisted up over her head again, the tube removed
from her throat, the hook in her nose was taken away and the jaw-spreader
released its grip on her teeth. She stood there, flat-footed, her belly now very
obviously distended, her breasts swollen way beyond their usual size, the skin
taut, shining with sweat.
"As I said at the beginning, Liliane has four tasks to perform. The first is to
beg Shirley to let her lick her pussy and ass-hole until she comes. We will now
find out if Liliane is ready to do this." To his satisfaction the bloated woman
shook her head furiously. "Never! You hear me, never! You can do what you like,
I won't do such a disgusting and evil thing!"
Mike was delighted. "You will remember that we call this the Flooded Beat
torture," he said to the camera. "So now, thanks to Liliane's co-operation, we
come to the second phase. I hope you find it interesting."
He took up a position to the right of the strung up girl, while Shirley went to
stand on her left. In his right hand he held a short rod, about eighteen inches
in length, to the end of which was attached a strip of thick stiff leather,
about two inches wide. Shirley, who was left-handed, held a similar instrument.
Mike drew back his arm and, with a horizontal movement, brought the leather
cracking across Liliane's bare, distended belly. The pain was agonising! Her
skin was sensitised by the distension caused by the liquid inside her, and the
leather lash burned like a red-hot iron. At the same time, due to the thickness
of the leather, it squashed her belly where it hit her, causing considerably
pain from pressure. She tried to double up, to relieve the pain, but has held
erect by the manacles around her wrists. She screamed and twisted violently in
her bonds. As the scream died in her throat, Shirley brought her lash cracking
across the swollen breasts, right across the nipples. Later, a slow-motion
replay would show how the impact of the heavy leather flattened the breasts at
the point of impact, causing the flesh all around it to stretch even further
than it already was. Liliane screamed again, a high-pitched wailing scream that
went on and on as the pain ripped through her. Crack! The other lash hit her
belly. Splat! went the second one, across her breasts. She screamed, and
screamed, and screamed. Never, in her worst dreams, had she ever imagined that
such pain could exist, it was beyond belief. Crack! Splat! More screams. Then
the pair of torturers stopped. Liliane, twisting, writhing, screaming, did not
realise immediately what was happening. As the pain of the blows died away
slightly, she saw that the pair of them were standing there, motionless, the
terrible lashes hanging from their hands. Then Mike lifted his lash.
"No, NO, NO!! PLEASE!! PLEASE, DON'T HIT ME AGAIN!", she yelled. The lash
whistled though the air and crashed onto her, low down, across her bladder.
"AYIEEEEEEEEEE!!!" This time the pain was even worse than before, it was as
though she was going to rupture.
"YOUHHHHWWWWWWWWWW!!!" Shirley's leather slashed across her already swollen and
inflamed nipples. It felt like they had been scraped raw and were now about to
split open.
The hands dropped again. Lilaine pleaded with them, hysterically.
Crack!! Crack!! This time the lashes landed almost simultaneously on belly and
breasts, sending the tortured woman into a veritable paroxysm of writhing and
screaming.
"NO MORE!! PLEASE, NO MORE!! DON'T HURT ME AGAAYYYEEEEEEEEEEE!!", as the lash
thudded once more against her agonised bladder.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEE!! She was sure her breasts were going to be torn
right off as Shirley, with a refinement of sadism brought the lash crashing, not
frontally, but in a downwards sweeping motion across the top of them, on a
hitherto untouched area.
"STOP!! STOP!! YOU'RE KILLING ME!! screamed the girl. "I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!!
PLEASE!! PLEEEEASE!!
The faceless masks stared at her, almost enquiringly, the hands one more down by
their sides, motionless. By now Liliane's entire body was one sea of pain.
Cramps ripped through her belly from the inside, the tissues burned, she felt
like she was going to burst. Her breasts, well, there was no way of explaining
the pain, while her bladder screamed for relief.
Mike lifted his lash, slowly.
"NO! NO!! NO MORE!! I'LL DO IT", the terrorised woman screamed. "I'LL DO IT!!
I'LL LICK YOUR PUSSY!!
Mike lifted the lash higher, ready to strike.
NO!! NO!! NOOOO!! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME LICK YOUR PUSSY!! PLEASE!!
PLEEEEEASE!!
Mike looked across at Shirley, who gave a minute nod. His hand dropped. Liliane
slumped in her bonds, relief flooding though her pain-wracked body. Mike's hand
twitched.
"I promise, I promise, I'll lick your pussy!" she gasped, seeing the movement.
"Please, please let me lick it!"
Shirley was delighted. Their victim had taken quite a battering before giving
in, which was good for the film, and now she was prepared to do what was
required of her, which was good for Shirley! Crossing the room, she released the
brakes on a steel gynaecological examination table and pushed it across to stand
just in front of their suffering victim. A low stool was placed just in front of
it. Then she helped Mike detach Liliane's wrists from the spreader bar, twist
them up behind her back and attach them to the wide collar round her neck. The
gantry was moved round and the cameras reset to take in the scene. Finally,
Shirley climbed onto the table and put her feet in the stirrups, whereupon Mike
adjusted the table so that her legs were spread obscenely wide apart, exposing
her now-glistening sex and her asshole. He turned a wheel, lifting one end of
the table so that her ass was higher then her head and shoulders. In this
position her magnificent breasts slid down her chest until they were almost
tucked under her chin.
Turning to Liliane, Mike placed containers on the floor, disconnected the tubes,
put the ends in the empty containers and undid the vales. Immediately the
contents of the girls bladder and rectum shot down the transparent tubes into
them. When he estimated that he had allowed her to expel about half the contents
of her bloated body, he re-sealed the valves, then turned to speak to the
cameras.
"As you heard a moment ago, Liliane here wants very much to lick and suck
Shirley's pussy and asshole until she has an orgasm, so I am going to let her do
so. She is going to kneel down on the stool and get to work. But before doing
so, there are some rules to be observed. First, should she hesitate to start, we
will immediately haul her back up into her original position, fill her up again
and then beat her for half-an-hour, after which we will give her another chance
to perform. If she starts straight away, she has 15 minutes to make Shirley cum.
If she fails to do so within the time limit, it's back to filling and beating,
followed by another attempt, and so on, until she succeeds. Needless to say,
Shirley is going to do her best not to cum. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a
contest between Liliane's tongue and Shirley's self-control, where if Liliane
fails, she loses, and if she succeeds, Shirley wins."
While he was talking Liliane just stood there apathetically, moaning to herself
and writhing from time to time. Whilst the pressure in her bladder and guts had
been reduced, the burning sensation went on, as did the burning and tightness in
her swollen tits. Added to this was the pain of the stripes she had received
from her two torturers. And now she was going to have to use her tongue of
Shirley! What's more, she knew that the woman was going to do everything in her
power not to cum, so that they could beat her bloated body again. She felt
Mike's hand on her shoulder, pressing hard, and she sank to her kneels on the
stool. There, right in front of her, was Shirley's sex, the lips wet with the
juices which had already issued from the sex tube. She couldn't do it! She just
COULDN'T!! It was horrible, disgusting, how could anyone expect her to do such a
foul thing! But at the same time as these thoughts went through her mind, she
knew too that she couldn't bear another session of the sadistic beating on her
still-distended belly and breasts!
In total despair, she bent her head, pushed out her tongue and tentatively
touched the lips with the tip of it. Shirley, delighted at the sensation,
steeled herself not to move.
"The clock has started," announced Mike, and Liliane knew that she had 15
minutes in which to save herself from more torture.
Desperately, the girl stuck her tongue out to its full length, poked it between
the lips, low down, and dragged it up between them towards the woman's clit. As
it ran over her nub, Shirley shivered, Christ that felt good! Encouraged by this
reaction, the girl repeated the movement again and again, pressing her tongue
into the cleft as hard as she could, rasping it up the length of the slit,
finishing with a back-and-forth motion on the clitoris.
Just when it was becoming obvious that Liliane was well on the way to winning,
Mike announced, "Of course, if Liliane does not pay any attention to Shirley's
asshole, the attempt does not count, and she gets beaten."
The girl moaned inwardly. She had been hoping that by concentrating on Shirley's
pussy she could get her to cum without having to have any contact with that
horrible place. Now she realised that she was going to have to do it. Revolted,
trying hard not to be sick, she bent her head further and touched her tongue to
the puckered anus. UGH!! The taste was awful, and the idea of what she was
lowering herself to do was even worse! There was no movement from Shirley.
Whilst the woman just adored anal penetration, this tiny touch did nothing for
her. Realising this, Liliane licked, hard, and was rewarded by a twitch. She
licked again, more twitching. The she tried shoving her tongue hard against the
ring of muscle. Shirley reacted. Liliane immediately went back to her sex,
working as hard as she could. Back down to the anus, trying to shove her tongue,
despite her revulsion, into it. She just HAD to make the cow cum, whatever it
cost her, otherwise she was going to suffer!
Shirley was now breathing heavily, thoroughly turned on, her juices flowing
freely. In fact, the talk about holding out for 15 minutes had been a by-play,
just to make their victim get on with it. As far as the film was concerned,
repeating the same torture was not on, the viewers wouldn't stand for it, the
video was costing them a lot of money, they want new stuff, not repetition. All
she had to do was keep an eye on the clock on the wall and cum at or around 14
minutes, whilst taking as much pleasure as possible from the operation.
Thinking about this, instead of concentrating on what Liliane was doing to her
turned her sexual fire down a bit. The girl recognised this fact by the
lessening of the bodily activity under the administrations of her active tongue.
She sought desperately for a solution, and found one. One her next journey up to
Shirley's clit, instead of going back down the slit, she stayed there, and
started to suck. She nuzzled her lips down into the cleft and sucked the woman's
clit for all she was worth. Shirley squirmed, her hips undulating. Liliane
sucked. And sucked, And sucked! Slowly, surely, the clitoris slid out of its
hood, gorging with blood, becoming tumescent. Liliane pressed her face further
into the slippery cleft, and caught the clit between her teeth.
At this point Shirley made a pre-arranged sign to Mike, who said to the camera,
"Of course, if Liliane takes advantage of her position to hurt Shirley, her
punishment will be terrible!"
On hearing these words, the sucking girl cursed to herself. She had indeed been
intending to get at least some revenge by biting. She knew it was risky, but the
idea of biting down really hard on that incredibly sensitive and essential piece
of womanly flesh with her sharp incisors, of even biting it right off, had
appealed to her tremendously. Now, she knew she wouldn't dare. Robbed of
revenge, self-preservation took over. Pressing her face hard against Shirley's
body, she got the tips of her teeth right down around the base of the organ, bit
down sufficiently to get a good grip on it, and then, slowly, very slowly, she
lifted her head.
The sharp teeth ran along the flesh, from base to tip, grating, pulling,
teasing. Shirley tightened very muscle, held her breath, half-expecting the
crash of white-lightning pain that would come from the bite she was afraid was
imminent. Her hips lifted, trying to follow the teeth, but the movement was
small, her pelvis blocked by the angle of her wide-spread thighs. She felt the
ecstasy of the sharp edges of the teeth sending a multitude of pain/pleasure
signals coursing through her belly, up to sparkle in her brain. As the teeth
finished their journey she let her hips fall back onto the table and gave out a
long moan, almost cry, of pleasure.
She felt Liliane's head crush back down into her slit, the drawing sensation of
the sucking, the feel of the teeth biting once more into the base of her organ,
and then the long, almost unbearably pleasurable sensation of them travelling up
it. This time she really screamed with pleasure.
The head went down yet again, the teeth took hold, and then Liliane felt two
strong hands grasp her head, holding it pressed down.
"Don't move!" gasped Shirley, her hips writhing against the girl's face. "Now,
bite harder!" Liliane increased the pressure of her teeth on the delicate flesh.
Then the hands were pulling her head up, up, her teeth moving reluctantly over
the skin, dragging the clitoris out as far as it would go. Shirley screamed the
whole journey!
"Again!", she cried. "Harder!"
Liliane obeyed, to the accompaniment of yet more screams.
"Again, you little slut!" cried the writhing woman. "Harder, harder!"
Liliane was becoming afraid to bite even harder, for fear that she would be
punished for hurting her enforced lesbian lover, but she increased the pressure
nevertheless, until Shirley screamed "STOP!" She blocked her jaws. The hands
told her to lift her head. She thought she would pull it out by the roots, it
seemed to draw out to an impossible length, her teeth excoriating the flesh to
yet more screams of mixed delight and pain. Not for nothing was Shirley both
sadist and masochist, and here she had a plaything to command, to give way to
her masochistic longings. Twice more the head dropped, the teeth took hold and
the head lifted. By now Shirley was on the edge, hovering, close to the final,
ecstatic explosion of feeling that would shake her body like a dog shakes a rat.
Suddenly, her hands forced Liliane's head down until her mouth was level with
her tormentor's cunt. Her female instinct told her immediately what Shirley
wanted, she wanted something in it! Without hesitation, albeit with the greatest
repugnance, she plunged her tongue into it as far as it would go, at the same
time twirling it around. Shirley squealed with delight, her strong hands forcing
Liliane's head into her, so that the poor girl's nose was flattened into the
crevice between the lips of her sex. Liliane couldn't breathe, but she tried
frantically to keep her tongue moving, anything in order to get this vile female
to cum and thus finish her disgusting ordeal. And cum Shirley did, great waves
of sensation flowing over her, shaking her body, the flush of the orgasm turning
her skin a rosy hue. She came, and came, and in her throes she kept her victim's
face crushed hard against her, until spots floated before Liliane's eyes and she
was on the point of suffocating.
It was Mike, paradoxically, who saved her, his hands prising Shirleys' free of
their grip, leaving the girl kneeling, her body a sea of pain still, sucking
down great lungfulls of air, while all the time Shirley writhed, moaning, on the
table, her cunt dripping the juices it so freely generated along the cleft
between the cheeks of her ass.
Swiftly Mike looped a cord over a pulley in the ceiling, fitted once more the
double-pronged hook into Liliane' nostrils and hauled her to her feet to stand,
immobile, while Shirley slowly came down from her sexual high. He put more
containers on the floor, opened the valves of the tubes in her urethra and anus
and let her empty herself. The relief was enormous, even the burning sensation
was dying down, although her breasts were still hurting a lot. Then the two
torturers left the room to get some food and drink, tired by their exertions
(!), leaving the poor Liliane standing there, liquids draining from her body,
trembling with fear of what was to come, because she knew she had three more
abominable tasks to perform, each one more hateful than the one before, and
because she knew that the pain was far from over. And all this time the cameras
whirled on, just as they would for the next scene, and the ones after that!
